So here I am
A poet so apparently
A writer, a dreamer
A pen scribe of words
Which dictate things
Like an autumn morning
Or a love affair of sorts
A summers evening
A memory or story
That likes to be told
In verse and song
The book deal
That ever comes
I write, I live, I continue
Someday I will die
And my legacy
What I leave behind
A collection of papers
That tell people of me
I wrote poetry
I was a poet
Apparently
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem