‘Growing Pains'
The fast flowing water
Swirling from side to side
Rushing busily forever
In the pompous brook
Tearing along speedily
Hurrying to grow into a river
The fast growing youth
Bobbling along the road
As fast as he can
Rushing to be important
Emanating airs and graces
Hurrying to grow into a man
Life's a lot faster
As I hobble along
Now I'm an aging man
Still, when the lassies go by
I dance pompously as a youth
Hurrying along, looking as important I can
Micmac
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I would like to translate this poem
Like this, good write - not as old as me yet, though! !