She said when do you have your time of rest from penning
Since Goddess poesy can do without you
You never make a penny from your scribbles
A rest by now you must be overdue.
I could not say to her I have a penning addiction
For I knew she would only laugh at me
I only said to her we all are different
And we all look at life quite differently.
She said you must have penned thousands of doggerels
Before I answered I thought of my reply
I said I've written heaps but that's my business
And though I'll never be a Poet at least I try
For to improve myself as a writer
Not everyone can be the best in Town
Her parting words to me you are a dreamer
A dreamer who will never know of renown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem