As I stand;
I see many people that come and go.
I gaze at the front door during my hours of rest,
when no one is near.
People come and their bright smiles shine,
while their warm words touch.
Out of all the people,
One face is more familiar then the rest.
I see and watch him everyday.
He is nice to all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem