I am 91/81/71
And having fun
I live on pension
And have no tension
My hair are grey
And my only job is to pray
My sons serve me
My grandsons preserve me
But there is one sorrow in my head
That I have slow walk and step
Because now I am not a man
I am the father of a man
wow.. grt poem nice rhymes.... i'm d father of a man.... i liked dat line.. keep writing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Neetham a nice rhyme from saba, good ideas too...creative, dont stop writing it awesome poem even in short! _Unwritten Soul