There is never a perfect time-
The streets are to cold,
The children to crazed,
The stars aren’t aligned,
The pollen so thick-
The outlook is grim.
There is never a perfect time-
The house isn’t sold,
The bed isn’t made,
The dog lost his mind,
The bill will constrict-
The outlook is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and enjoyed the poem....... there is always perfect time for u and me..... to read and comment..........