Today I’m feeling rather sad, 
My life seems quite a mess; 
My husband’s taken everything, 
Except my favorite dress.
He thinks that it’s okay for him
To leave me penniless; 
He just can’t seem to figure out
That it’s he who is a mess.
If I could do things differently, 
There’s a thing or two I’d change, 
For as difficult as it may seem, 
My life needs to rearrange.
So I’ll go on my separate way, 
Hoping things will work out fine; 
Anything I earn these days, 
Will at least be mine.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    