Today I was depressive, was really in bad mood
Downcast and demeaned, I was feeling no good
Darkness surrounded me, I hadn’t a place to hide
Just then something happened, and made me laugh so wide.
Here was one disheveled man sitting on the sidewalk
His palm was stretched barren, to show he was out of luck
As I dropped a generous coin, in doing so paused a while
I saw the guy’s twinkling eyes, his face beaming with smile.
He keeps his face always that way, a smile chiseled on it
Never minds the bad weather, sitting in the rain and heat
His smile worn broad on the face, he does it with wondrous ease
A man with a home and a decent life, why can’t I do it please!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've often wondered the same thing. Sometimes the people with the least are the most content, while those who have so much are miserable. I wish I had the answer. What is it we're longing for? Very good poem.