Was born with this quaint skill
But blessed in my perplexity
I use both hands which I feel
Explains the Creativity.
With either hand - yes, I can write
With them I cook, and paint or sew
I draw with the left, that's alright
Write with the right hand, even so.
There is no conflict in my brain
No stress or anxiety at all
Though my arteries do cause me pain
I am quite happy I am normal!
I have searched a poet who write with both the hands like me/good one its about you/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY NICE. EASY TO READ AND THEREFORE EASY TO UNDERSTAND. MAKES ONE SEARCH FOR COMPARISONS.