When I was young
I saw Love hanging from a bough
Like a star burning bright
When I grew tall enough to reach it
I grabbed it with both hands
And ran around devouring it
Now I am fat
And lazy with Love
I yearn for that cherished first bite
Great message and dont we all long for that first bite. Regards Ian
I love the way this was written, and the poem in generally. Thanks, this is great stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I like the line 'Love is wasted on the young, ' and I think this is true. As we age we can appreciate those 'first bites' so much more. There is always a new 'first bite.' Go for it! Marilyn