I was holding the pole
I never let go
You always had it in hand
till you tought I wont fall
Once, you let go
the floor invited me to come
you had to pick me up
and again continue on
Try after try, you did your best
you would never give it a rest
until that one time I finally walked
you got so happy you falled
Thank you mom and dad
for teaching me to walk
now there so much I can do
thanks to the help of you two.
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