You ask whether it's me,
And for the zillionth time I reply
'' Yes, its me ' with a zestful smile;
We need not say die
Because men Think we should,
Never to toil say bye
Though all anticipate you will,
You may sometimes let a cry
But that should be far from giving in!
'' Is that him, they'll ask'
And to show you're up to the task
Reply 'yes, that's me';
And when they think you're good- for-nothing
Give no thought but on course seek to be,
Till they offer hypocritical crowns
And you refuse them!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem