I wish I had kept a list,
Of those who scholarly attempted...
To critique my abilities.
With their insulting snide remarks,
To put me and my 'poetic' self in place.
Often I reminisce,
Those comments made...
From the minds of limited nitwits.
And I am thankful each day when I pray,
That it is my own ignorance...
I have to live and deal with!
And God knows I know,
Just how blessed I really am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem