The moment I entered her office, the Doctor said: “The good news is - your Cancer hasn’t spread. It’s small and localised.'
I was skeptical. “Is it? ”
“Aren’t you, even a bit satisfied...? ”
“Well....” I replied, thoughtfully: “For today - I’m almost okay....but who knows what tomorrow will bring? ”
She shook her head and sighed. “You’re a born pessimist.”
“Wrong! ” I refuted. “Just call me a good old-fashioned pragmatist.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem