Paraphrase Ha Jin's poem "Missed Time"

I really suck at this but here is a shot. Ha Jin's poem goes as follows:

My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning-
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

My paraphrase:

I haven't wrote a short story, novel, poem, or anything for months, and it is all because of the wealth I have made writing previously. I don't have to write if I don't feel like it and I am not going to give a shit.

The best life for me is to be a lazy ass and not make up stories, like when I retire I won't have to write to have meaning. So when I do retire I hope people think my stories were inspirational because I truly intended to be an inspiration.