When can Joe rest in this work-a-day world
Toiling and rushing to take home his pay.
When can he peacefully sit in a chair
With trials and tribulations of each day?
If only the evenings were filled with music
With words of a beautiful love refrain,
The therapeutic properties of 'easy listening'
Could strengthen the spirit and brighten his brain.
Then back on the road Joe could travel
Happily singing a song once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good work, Joyce!