some come home to play cards
banter with wife
ask what's for dinner made
head for bed.
they don't bother to think deep
don't string emotions into written words
are ever joyful with a game of cards
nights lend them quite good sleep.
they don't dabble in poetry
going beyond is not their cup of tea.
Not all men are poets
they need not be
without it they have enough to keep
gift of a day night's peaceful sleep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem