THE LITTLE POEMS ARE ALL I HAVE NOW
The little poems are all I have now, 
The dream of great works is gone, 
I don’t have the power the energy-
Age is something after all, 
It makes us smaller-
I am a poet of little lines now
May they not disappear 
Too soon.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    