‘I'm too tired, ' she saith.
But I'll not complaineth.
Though troubles abound
I'm happy year round.
Well, mostly.
I'm not boastly!
‘The title is not even remotely
connected to the subject matter of this poem.'
With your assessment I disagree.
Though the year has been tough
I've been blessed with good things enough -
is this not munificence?
‘Maybe, we'll see.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem