I grew a fruit tree that failed to bear.
The hope and joy I got in its growth
Being the reward for my efforts,
I should not curse the tree for its failure.
Let the grown up children desert you.
Let those you helped grow, have forgot you.
The pleasure you experienced then
Is the reward to act as gratitude.
12.02.2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem