You're too little to love,
Too little know.
But guess what,
I'm not to little to blow!
Blow off the anger that's been building inside,
And show all of my emotions I've tried to hide.
I'm not too little to fend for myself,
And I'm not too little to reach that top shelf.
You think I am too little to watch these DVD's,
Too little to run, play or learn about the birds and the bees.
I'm growing up awfully fat,
Time is getting short,
This little thing.... Called forever.... It won't last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very wonderfully writen i like it!