A pattern of what should be
I copied down it well
But is it truly me
That I fabricate and sell
One day I think it will be
If I work so hard at it
My fabric torn and holey
But I will have to make it fit
'Cause as they seem to say
In a secrete I can find
Happiness forever
If I can only change my mind
They say to have a vision
Of exactly what's to be
But the problem lies in this
A passed soul you can't bring me
So, I continue with my quest
To give this life a face
So when my time has come
With him I'll have a place
Each day I shall make happy
With pride in what I've spun
So when I finally see him
He will smile at what I've done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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