there is one thing,
that can make me smile,
make me sing,
the little kids while,
while there playing in the park,
the sun fades,
it starts to get dark,
they run and they hide,
some even cry,
i try,
i try,
i try to help the little ones,
the blue,
but even i aint as good as you.
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I would like to translate this poem
try, i try, i try to help the little ones, the blue, but even i aint as good as you... it is good to feel child.. all love from parents...good one 10 read mine kids, child, o, mother, papa do u know and papa u too..... all for sentimental people who care for children. do comment on this.