ie saw Chicago through the eyes of a Child.
Like the beast, my heart is untamed, it is Wild.
The Guests are lucky to live here.
Therefore, ie live my life in fear.
How does the aUTHOR resolve this? ?
ie try hard and ie always miss.
Once again the wood squeaked so park at the Bridge.
Why are help and hope always on the next Ridge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem