I'm not the strongest person
In the world, as you can see.
Nor am I the vanguard
Of what a man would want to be.
I no longer feel the peace
Of which I only knew at first.
Nor do I trust the promise
Of a future full of worth.
The echoes of a failure
Sound throughout my hollow bones.
And the knowledge of my weakness
Penetrates my withered soul.
So now I'm expected to say
That I've learned from my mistakes.
But truthfully, my one revelation
Came many years too late.
So what was it I learned?
What turns my laughter to a cry?
What transforms every note I hear
Into the coldest lullaby?
So what truly was the lesson?
What has diminished all my pride?
Life, the strictest teacher
Lectured me to never try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
living a truthful life is good, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.