I Want A Page

Give me a page, I want a page To write about myself, From dawn to dusk I move from door to door Of the great men, But in vain, No one gives me the page, Everyone laughs at me, I can't believe it at all, I cry in deep pain And ask myself, "Is this the great world? " Then I begin to lament I have surely no place in this sphere, At last I see a lean and pale beggar, He comes to me With a smiling face And gives me an old and ragged page, I accept it with extreme joy and pleasure And consider it as the best page of the world, Then I depict on this page An immortal poetry about myself, It begins to shine gloriously in my poetic eyes.