I shall not fall into a state of depression.
Rather, I shall wear a false expression
depicting me as being alright.
And never allow anyone the sight
of one who cannot laugh away
all the fears that fill my day.
I fear the approach of winter's chill.
I fear the prospect of becoming ill.
I fear the absence of warmer sounds.
I fear the lack of leaps and bounds
that will be missing in the winter's clime.
But with false expression they'll think I'm fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem