I am happiest where what I speak is foreign,
which is everywhere, increasingly, today,
My English suffers anguish from self-exile.
My French and Spanish languish, but get by
in situations where I’m buying something.
I’m told my grasp of spoken Dutch is perfect,
or were they telling me that I am deaf?
What’s next? Who knows? Habléis U Esperanto?
Oh, I like this one very much. The beginning sets the tone–happy wherever you are is no small task. The fact that you can make due in 4 languages is impressive. :-)
Language soup is what I call that myself , Alan :-) great poem!
groetjes, Francina
Dos yaziks, you say?
Thanks for reading, Elise, Francina, and Tom :-)