When I read the great poets
I do not forgive myself for being mediocre
I marvel at their great gifts of real, sometimes their rhythm and rhyme
Sometimes their capacity for play
Never do I want to pay the price of their greatness.
I will keep my mediocrity
Struggle on toddler feet towards forgiveness
For those who only had time for the great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem