I have your devilish grin
An aspect you passed through
But when I look in mirror
I don’t see me, I see you
Then there is the gift of gab
That I managed to retain
For that I am grateful
It is useful to hide the pain
Make no mistake about it
I would give this all up
If there might be a chance
That I could be a normal grownup
Almost impossible damage to hide
The whelps and wounds compile
Happiness is mistaken for the devilish grin
Because I never learned how to smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
C.R...This one is very touching! Being 'all growed up now' myself...I take every opportunity to smile and laugh that I can...making up for lost time... Thanks for this one...a very honest picture of the poet I think. Hugs, Dee