I wrote it all down, finally
I took me a while to sit down
And express my thoughts about success
I spent nights staring at the ceiling lamp
That is filled with flies
Wondering If I would be remembered
Would the world embrace my poetry and art?
Or will I be forgotten?
As my creations are dumped in the trash
Never to be hung in galleries
Or recited a hundred years from now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are wonderful, LeeAnn and your Poetry is great. You and your art will be remembered.