On my morning walk
through a suburban neighborhood,
I have to use the bathroom—bad!
Suddenly, in a front yard
up ahead, a Porta-Potty!
Modern miracle? ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you call that serendipity! (Or you may call it a miracle pit stop) . There are no coincidences - you create your own reality. Talk about immediate manifestation - how lucky can you get! Linda