Throw me a bone and I'll make a meal
Place me in desolation and I'll create beauty
Give me poverty and I'll create wealth
Give me death and I'll seek after life
Give me a child and I'll nurture it
Give me love and I'll not refuse it
But, never, never give me misery
Because I do not know what to do with it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite inspirational, this. TFS 10/10