My boss,
without you I might be lost
You managed me with no exhaust
Even sometime I made you chaos
In my mind space could little be yours
My boss,
You'll be my boss now and forever
Perhaps later I can be wherever
Lost of memories I'll never surrender
May it's truly because you always sincere
Even sometime I feel sensitive
Sometime my mind blows out prejudice
But only my self shall be perished
If I myself choose to be pessimist
But always tell my self to forget and forgive
It's the medicine for heart to relief
A bouquet of thanks that only I give
Though I feel the more you should receive
But only my prays is the purity gift
Eternal forever till the world after this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! thats refreshing as boss usually sounds repelling..........nice way of gratitude........... read mine too.