Today I watched a fly
as it went about doing
the things flies will do.
It tried its best to steal
a taste of the meal
I was eating.
It would fly around,
land and then take off
as I shooed it away.
But, it would always
come back around as soon
as I turned my attention
to other things.
And then we would go through
the entire scene once again.
I envied that little fly.
Quite unlike myself,
it seemed to have a purpose in life.
(6-23-1972)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem