There once was a man whose early life was drastic,
Then one day his heart turned to plastic,
And he became enthusiastic,
Bad times he forgot; good times he would list,
And to all of those who knew him, he was an enthusiast.
It didn't matter if it was raining or volcanoes erupted in his yard,
It didn't matter people starved to death, 'cause life is so hard,
He didn't pay too much attention, ignorance is bliss,
Bad times he forgot; good times he would list,
Smiling all the time, the enthusiast.
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really liked it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Mental Hospital.