We feel the boredom of childhood life,
Feeling the pain of today, we may;
Where we must fight with all our might,
To survive and live a long gainful day.
And we must try and live real good,
For this childhood life is like a ball;
Life the ball and we the boot,
Without a kick it won't just roll.
So do aim high and do try higher,
If so you will succeed and will be freed;
From the thought that childhood life was no rapture,
But realize that all those time was one great adventure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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