If I can pick the perfect gift
And wrap it up just right
If I can put the words on paper
And make them sound all right
If I can take an ordinary shoe box
And turn it into a home
If I can pick the perfect card
And make it better with words of my own
If I can pick the loneliest of flowers
And make a lovely bouquet
Then why is it I need to ask
"Who am I, anyway?"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem