I do right to have wrong put upon me
I do right to have problems spat upon my face
I cry not of sad but of a beautiful song
for all the wrongs place in front me
I smile a joy so strong, from now til not long
to the next, this life will pass on
I do with all my might to disperse a beautiful
flowing poem, never to wither but live on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I imagine your grandchildren reading this in many years to come! : -)