Listening to rhythms of rock and roll while waiting here for
the doctor, writing, listening to music like this mere poet
does instantaneously every moment.
Not wanting to waste any time for it is precious here on this,
my last sunsetical shore, wanting to make the best of it, and
whiling away in an atmosphere of peace and tranquility, alone
in a mind of peaceful contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem