Who knew
it would end up
like this
a mass of poems
on an messy desk.
Some should be cherished.
Some should be burned.
Others should be layed
near my rotting corpse
forever inured.
All of them are good
I happen to believe
but what good is
unread poetry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I totally agree. Good poem. Thanks for sharing.