yesteryear,
great and stressful.
it pains i bear
because it was graceful.
travel and tour,
you were graced with.
all day we toils,
for its peak milk.
education and fun,
was my mix act.
come rain come sun,
these i seek upon my heart.
so much stress am glad,
that all i ask came to pass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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