It is useless to sing to me about beauty of the world
When I have already lost my eyesight,
To sing to me the melody of your lover
When my eardrums are already broken,
To confirm my poetry a jejune
When it is already in public,
It is useless to think disgustingly of me
When I am already a perfected creation
Half a distance on my journey towards my destiny,
alexander opicho
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-useless/
