While vacationing in Thailand
A short time ago
Touring a temple
Where all the monks go
While visiting with a Frenchman
I perchance had met
After many pleasantries
He had to laugh
Explaining, you Americans
Are such a funny lot
Being overly optimistic
In the worst of spots
You Americans
See things so bright
When there is nothing
But the darkest night
He waited for a response
From one who should know
But all I did was smile
Until it was time to go
Nice. My response might have been something like Isn't it better to see the bright side of things? We can choose to be happy, so why shouldn't we?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just had a dander among your poems Hank, to lighten a winter's evening, and the thought that was coming together from each picture sort of came together in this wry poem, (apart from the Trump approval one....we'll disagree on that one) . Trust that all is well with you and yours. Barney