It was dangerous advice from a kind guru who wants
what's best for us, saying don't tell it like it is - but tell
it like you want it to be; here I am - struggling through
the day, limping home and hanging about in the heat,
my beloved fixing a broken PC: - suddenly, he says
If you have time, come to the study - and here is your
Christmas present, a brand new PC you can take with
you on holiday; how can I speak of reality as I want it
to be when it's so perfect already? The only thing left
in my life that I'd want different is to be healthy and
Groomed perfectly, all of the rest's already perfect; its
just my ability to look well-groomed lags behind - my
beloved is sweet, kids darlings, colleagues kind and
coach the best teacher there is - plus my parents are
still alive and my duchess is happy
The sea is waiting for me and right now the clouds are
gathering under my friend the Wind - it is a conspiracy
of well-being - and I always knew that there had to be
a conspiracy somewhere - & I was right, you see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a nice conspiracy you have stumbled into! Would that we could all find one so pleasant! And it's always a good feeling to find out you were right. I especially like this phrase: and right now the clouds are gathering under my friend the Wind