I've aged and still am unaware
Of just how much I really care
Has life just flown and passed me by?
Or don't I know the reason why?
I've tried to learn to love myself
But there are things left on the shelf
That I can't reach and smile about
The constant feeling of self doubt
And though my heart says it's okay
I just can't love myself today
Or any day, it seems to me
I wish my mind would set me free
Until I learn to love myself
My dreams remain upon that shelf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To love oneself is a cliche. It is only necesary to have equanimity in life. ++10 Robert