It really doesn't matter-
Just what you think of me.
Of the fear of your opinions-
I'm grateful I am free.
A person hasn't much to do-
Who judges someone else-
He'd be a whole lot better off-
To merely judge himself.
I try to give to others-
The room that I require…
For them to mind their business
Is all that I desire.
Everyone has problems-
And most of us have ghosts-
And probably some demons,
That tend to haunt us most.
If a person doesn't have regrets-
Know disappointments sting…
I doubt he's ever traveled much…
Nor done a single thing.
So be decisive in this life-
While partaking of its cup-
The road is paved with flattened squirrels
Whose minds were not made up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem