Now everyone else has left
but I am still here.
I am still here to take care
of all that you have forgotten;
to dispose of the rotten.
It's all over,
you've had your fun,
but fun isn't for everyone.
I am not complaining,
nor am I rejoicing.
This is life,
this is my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem