The choicest of words are called the excellent.
The wealthiest of men are called the rich.
As for me, I will throw away this garment of vanity.
As for me, I will trade this Ashes for beauty.
As for me I will just take a break and make a smile.
Because I remember you were once a dream.
Because I remember the Dream that was once you Formed this dream that is Now me and us.
Because I remember that You have carried the burden For us.
As long as the old sky stand As my witness,
I wont call you excellent.
As long as sun, the old bully lives,
I wont call you successful.
You are more than excellence and success combined.
I will just call you the best of the best in the best among the best.
A father.
That is who you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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