When I was a boy of seven,
I used to climb apple-trees.
When I was a lad of fifteen,
I used to walk on the roofs.
When I was a young man,
I used to conquer the peaks.
And now I'm a grey-haired cloud,
I'm going wherever I want.
Hi, Maybe It means that grey-haired head is a super visa to get everywhere... but then for little boy the road over branch was independent way to height to the sky... very nice poem Igor, Ts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our imagination can take us anywhere we want anytime my friend. Judging by your poems yours has served you well.