When the pain came to his legs
Not the pain from the auto accident that almost killed him
But the pain from cigarettes he regularly smoked
The good doctor took the clue from a medical journal - quit -
and the pain stopped.
In my struggles I do not have my uncle's steel.
Two %, one and a half %, one %, one half % - GOAL!
Perhaps the issue is not the goal
But method that makes it work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem