Today, a thought crossed my mind
taking me back
To when I was a child
Unhappy and crying in my crib
Hanging from above
A plastic merry go around
a thread for me
to pull it down...
When I pulled it
It started to make
the funniest sounds
Little things
Started to dance around
It was so funny
I started to giggle,
it made me smile
What a perfect paradise!
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The simplicity of childhood can be paradise. Thanks, Nick