Tom Edison worked many years
Inventing the electric light.
While disbelievers made their jeers,
He kept on trying, day and night.
A thousand ways or more he tried,
To find a bulb that would stay lit.
Each time the light just up and died.
Sometimes he thought, 'The hell with it.'
One night a glow came into life.
The bulb was tested and it passed.
Tom ran upstairs and woke his wife.
'Honey, I've done it at long last.'
'It is 3 a.m.' His wife said.
'Turn off that light and come to bed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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