So I had decided only last year:
I will not write poems any more;
But me broke my, mine resolution;
I wrote poem a day for full year.

Can I live and not write a poem?
Yes, I can live without any food.
Will air stop entering nostrils?
I will be an animal without wood.

Forgive me, friends, for my poems;
Let me, friends, live in your world;
Bear with me, friends, bear with me,
Or else I shall leave your world.