Pleasure Can Never Be Measured Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pleasure Can Never Be Measured
Feeling alive and refreshed, finally out and about after two
months in and out of the hospital, free from all the medical
devices, doctors and nurses.
Able to move about without all the attachments adhered to me
before, enjoying life, feeling liberated and joyful to be a-
live.
A moment of pleasure can never be measured for it is price-
less after having gone through hell and back, looking for-
ward now to traveling once again to India in July/August.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/16/2024 9:57:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Congratulations for being out of the hospital. This must have been a very taxing time. Hope you undertake your journey to India without any hassles. Thanks a lot & Good Luck, RoseAnn.