Y-ou can count the blessings,
O-nce you are optimistic;
K-issing the woes goodbye
I-s keeping you from being sick.
P-ouring rain is counted,
A-pril twentieth Thursday;
L-et the drops bathe the earth,
M-aking the dirt fade away.
E-arly morning sunshine shows many good things;
S-tart giving thanks to God, you can count the blessings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem