TIME TAKES ME AWAY FROM MYSELF
Time takes me away from myself
Money also-
It is too late to do what I could have done forty years ago
Still I must go on
Faltering, fearing, wondering whether the health or the money
Will run out first or somehow together-
Old and coughing
Sick and unafraid-
Forcing myself to try and move
Even if only on a page-
Time takes me away from myself
And when I go 'all goes' as the man said
Time takes me away from myself
And I write anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem