I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
Ah, Mr. Nash, if you were still with us the material at your disposal would be endless. I think even you would have had trouble finding a beginning and an end!
Have the times changed at all? Oh Mr. Nash would be disappointed in our age, but it may have given him more material.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like modern times; old-news.