WHY CAN’T I SIMPLY RETIRE IN QUIET
Why can’t I simply retire in quiet
At peace with what I have done?
What is this ‘greed’ in me
Which always needs to write more
Which always seeks a greater recognition?
Which always expects some future day
In which all will be made alright?
What is this greed in me
Which needs to go on and on
As if I were forever young in hope?
Why can’t I simply rest in peace in my own life
And quietly accept I have done what I have done
And now am free to enjoy my life
As best I can
Until the end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem