Let me tell you if I ended up taking care of kids not mine
As part of an agreement unheard
Child support would be the first words
For a parent should have to take care of their own
If reasons are not of the concerned.
Then yours shall be mine with a fine
A tax of the person on who bared.
In wed lock they shared
Moments cherished, now tired and old
With wisdom the children should still grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem