So glad I had been given chores to do 'then',
With activities to keep me occupied...
In the days of my youth.
I admit to feeling overwhelmed.
And I resented a lot too.
Whenever I was taking out the garbage,
Or sweeping floors...
While other children were outside playing.
And I had to do what it was to get through.
Today I look back at my childhood lived,
With a discipline restricted...
To first complete those things I did.
And grateful I am I have a respect for time,
Since now many who had wasted theirs...
Are addicted to afflictions they can not rid from their minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem