I get frustrated
In what I do sometimes
It seems that a lot of people
Don't think I do anything
But how can they know
About what I do
My day is usually over
By the time that thiers has started
You see, I'm a morning person
Someone who gets up
And has his work done
By the time we have morning coffee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah but you have the joy of the first light of dawn, alone with the earth and her waking birds. It is their loss, and anyway - do you want a crowd? ? Shaun : o)