When I think of how my life's full of surprises
I'm grateful if they don't evoke a tear;
But when they trigger some unwanted fear
They threaten to propel me into crisis.
But fortunately many are the things
I've found to fall back on in times of grief:
A reassuring bedrock of belief,
And wooing the muses til my poor heart sings!
Yes music, poesy and art I own
As a safety net of life-sustaining joy
I've ever had since I was but a boy
And at times long past when I was all alone.
Though I've erstwhile thoughts and images of dread,
I've found these ways to lull my troubled head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted touching sonnet, sir Richard....10++++++++++++