What a difference it makes to have sunshine-
Though, today I'll be swamped with grey paper;
The sun takes the edge off- I feel fine.
In fact, I would say I feel chipper.
On the tube there's a man who has red eyes
And a young lad who looks right depressed-
But a moment of soaking in sun-rays,
Restores all the chirp in my chest.
I should never again let the dull sky
Misinform me my mood is not fun-
But I fear that no matter how I try,
My smiles will still want for the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem