yes, there will be troubles in the future
these, all these, we see in our crystal balls,
more problems to come
planets aligning against our paths
the stars are blinking
an image of boat sinking
another loud scream
more dark enemy schemes
some traps to avoid
some lessons to be learned
more failures to come
innumerable disappointments
expect lamentations
list the incoming burdens and
harrowing horrors
these are tiresome predilection
another unkind prediction
let me have my own day now
I still have the grass to mow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem