For being slow I have paid the price
I know how your heart throbs when it cries
Why the seats are vacant I know
For I was no good at it only slow
How is it to learn something you loathe
When you were at the initial years of growth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope it's better. Remember, you can persevere to overcome and be whatever you want to be. Good luck now.