The sky is blue
The fires of last night in ashes
Your dog licks your fingers
Give thanks to God
For set of new day
That you crossed beyond yesterday.
Music blares from speakers
Wine and cheese in plenty
As many chicken souls flew up the sky
Your place is not read for gifts
known company workers go with gifts
Give thanks for to serve, you had a chance.
The yearly January approaches
Yester-years' counts make no promise
The granary is running empty
As debtors come calling with twisted faces
Pastor says you have not done good seeds
Give thanks to your God he smiles on you.
Give thanks and give it abundantly
That you had a mission to accomplish
That he guided you to see another year
When some could cross not the river
And were swallowed by crocodiles
Give thanks that you did not sink away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a very hearty super poem in thanx to God, humoured in parts where chicken souls fly and we arent swalowed by crocs he he. Thumbs up!