My copy
Though not me,
She is me at fifteen.
She works late
Also does schooling.
Cleans, mobs and replies
Questions of customers
Exactly what I did…
At counter, sells pizza
I worked in pharmacy.
"Wish you well my dear; "
I smiled and told her
And mean it, for ever.
This is not "Child labour! "
Wrong it is if addressed.
Kids must be taught to learn
That mixing with others
Is part of daily life; and real.
Confidence and pride
Come only from job
Regardless of its name
Read or write, translate
To teaching the others
Or repair a heater, bicycle
Or cooking, bake to sell
Or farming, to harvest
Whatever, whatever
"Repeat" means remember:
"In life, you, are member
Of class or group or nation
With, without some borders."
Children must learn of
Life's value, give and take;
Not to be weak insect, vampire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your copy was not you. You smiled and told this to others. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned.10