Sir, your “diagnosis” is mistaken,
As certain values I have forsaken,
And what you see as loss and misery,
Have led me rather, straight to joy and glee.
And what you have said is ‘putting a spin’
Is honestly the state of mind I’m in.
I might, indeed, feel pain and shed a tear,
But don’t then think I’m overwhelmed with fear.
Instead of crisis, in truth, what you see,
Is a monumental setting free
From the crisis that were decades of strife:
Enlightenment found, at last, in midlife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem