My mother once told me that
she had some good news for me.
'Chances are,
you won't ever be
the smartest,
or the prettiest,
the best,
tallest (her wisest bet ever!)
richest,
best dressed,
or most popular person in the world, ' she said.
'Well what's the good news? '
'You probably
won't ever be the dumbest,
or the ugliest,
the worst,
shortest,
poorest,
worst dressed,
or least popular one either.'
I suppose she was what you'd call a cynical optimist,
but she gave pretty good advise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In all that you are shine! Love duncan X