She said am still growing, and that the future is bright....
But I wanted to opt-out,
She said I have no good reason to opt-out,
She said she believes in me,
I told her to wait until I have big cars and gigantic houses;
But she said, NO!
She cries each time I think of opting-out, due to my unable to meet all her needs,
She said she doesn't need my money!
She makes me confuse with her saying;
She'll say;
'don't worry about those things;
We shall have them all someday....
And before that day comes?
God will help us; and we'll be fine'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem