Today is just an ordinary day
same people, different things
nothing to do in any way
waking up every morning
to a mom, and a nefew
so caring and loving
cooking breakfast like how it should be
playing around and feeling free
only until tomorrow
its just another day
same sun, same air,
same people everyday
another day, is like a repeat
same friends, same streets
going out to get fresh air
on everyday of the week
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha haha... its simple yet so deep... very nice indeed...