There is never a perfect time-
The streets are to cold, 
The children to crazed, 
The stars aren’t aligned, 
The pollen so thick-
The outlook is grim.
There is never a perfect time-
The house isn’t sold, 
The bed isn’t made, 
The dog lost his mind, 
The bill will constrict-
The outlook is good.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and enjoyed the poem....... there is always perfect time for u and me..... to read and comment..........