I am an average writer and a poor speaker
Every day I do everything to achieve...
But all my achievements are kind of squeakers.
I never give up, I believe and weave,
day by day, making our Future,
Like a tapestry, engaging and bright,
Each day is a step, each step is a suture
Of a different color, not black and white.
One day i will be wise enough to become a teacher,
Not just a native dreamer of far away.
For the time being each hour adds a feature
To unfinished tapestry of my way.