When anyone tells me:
Keep it up my boy,
I get an eternal energy
To go ahead in joy.
When anyone tells me:
Poor,
It seems
Someone is shutting my life's door.
You can call me sentimental, but I will tell:
On me the words do have a huge effect-
They can give me life
Or cause my death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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