The other day, after nearly 50 years of working
as a custom draperies fabricator, I had a down day.
This little limerick style ditty resulted-
For every order there's a season;
A time to sew and a time to sweep,
A time to bill and a time to pleat,
A time for sweat and deep regret
For an earlier job I didn't keep.
Ah! That seems to help
Perfect, now I need to write one for five centuries pirating on the seas. Mom, between slaps, said I should have been a used boat dealer.
real nice play on the biblical words joe. Really excellent work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow,50 years in the same job! with great admiration I shall bow. I guess you have really strong ethics if for all these years had only one down day.