some of my works,
A friend asked me, ďWhy do you write
Such gloomy, sad stuff? You arenít
Like that. Canít you write something
That is more cheerful?Ē
I thought about
what he asked,
And said, ďI write of what Iíve lived,
Of past love lost, and of my life.
I canít help rolling in the ashes,
It soots me.