I didn't write that novel
I've dreamed of for many years
Nor did I climb Mt. Everest
(I'm really scared of heights)
I didn't swim the English Channel
(It was a bit too far)
I didn't win a Pulitzer
Nor was Woman of the Year
I didn't have a face lift
Nor lose those extra pounds
Instead I did the usual
Housework, gardening, and such.
But while my hands performed their tasks
Those mundane, boring chores
My thoughts ranged far and wide
And I accomplished miracles
If only in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem a lot. I used to plan to do so much in the summer, but hardly did anything. One always regretted it. You must write some more. Let them just come to you, there is plenty of time.