Once, on Friday, I went to the village,
Where I was met by my parents as they
Always were waiting for me on Friay
And were eager to meet me and see me again.
There was no bad weather that evening,
I was lucky to meet no rain,
But my happiness spoiled could be hardly,
Even if I had felt any pain.
Such a happiness one can explain, but
It's difficult to realize
Such a moment of life in the moment,
But not later, in evening of life.
How often we, being so happy,
Are not able to say any words
To express our thanks to the parents
Who have showed us this wonderful world.
On Friday
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