Took on more than he could chew
Left himself in a bit of a stew
Tried to make it into something new
Regretted all the chances that he threw
Began again but nothing easy
Would not know how to deliver to me
Something harder comes along freely
He weren't angry just acting feably
Challenges is what he liked
Liked the brawl and loved the fight
From the left and from the right
He sewed them pennies through the night
When something came given clear
Not the words he had in his ear
Towards the difficult he did steer
Brash and brambles to the clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem