When I go for a ponder
I find it a great wonder
How I crossed my ages
Keeping many blank pages
How good it would have been
If all pages would be seen
With divine images
Yielding handsome wages
But sealed are those files
And time passed out for those trials
I will struggle to fill the present pages
Making worthful my coming ages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem