I am coming out of the long despair
I am already far away from it
Hope has returned
There is work to do
And I can earn money
And not simply wait to become poor
Who would have thought
That after all the years of fearing
Loss of writing time
I eagerly go to put another person's socks on
And hold someone up on the way to the bathroom
Another human being
Who can no longer stand alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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