He Did Not Become An Immortal

HE DID NOT BECOME AN IMMORTAL He did not become great He did not understand the universe to the end He did not even make a small work A few deeply needed He did not succeed He lived a life For a dream he did not realize And now in his old age Poor and quiet He wonders What his failure will mean For his own children And whether he will go to the end A burden And nothing else. He is an old man Writing another poem An old man who has written So many unread poems What can he do but write another? How much will he suffer Before he gets out of it all?