"There's a lot of Nothing in the world"
Said my Uncle Larry - alone and old and childless -
And Space- dark and empty And Time stretching on and on and on
And generation after generation gone-
Nothing and nothing and more nothingFor all of us-
And I in my old age
Not alone not childless
Holding on against the Nothing
Praying it is not
The end of it all
And beyond somehow
God will rescue us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem