I am only a minor 'unknown'
in my little corner of the world.
Such a simple man am I
the lowest lost sheep of the herd.
But yet... I paint and write
and when my 'pearls' unfurl
I could be a lord and master
owner of the mighty world.
Yet no-one even knows my name.
I was born an only child...
brought up by a darling Aunt
in the Emerald Isles.
So now, I paint and I write,
some of my art beguiles.
But my work lies hidden in the loft
in scattered heaps and piles.
Often I have heard it said
'the meek shall inherit the earth'
I am a meek and lowly man
short in height and small of girth.
One day, when I have died
maybe my name will ring a bell
and it will shineth over-night
but the future I cannot foretell.
A golden wish my heart will make
that my daydreams all come true.
I'll go to the wishing well tomorrow.
Yes ~ that's exactly what I'm going to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem