I am twenty one & this age should be my democracy, my freedom choice, to listen to none, but my own voice.it`s a turning point of my life, & with the life in point-resonsibility should be my wife, my law, my constitute of rules.
I am twenty one but I am not a man on my own, shall not shine & be way above the limit line.I am twenty one & i am still a child, I wont throw my toys, or cease playing with my boys, I am a lad before my elder`s eyes & respect is the sheath, they note me with.
I am twenty one & i wont cast off my old self, nor put who i really am on the shelf, Or say I am nobödys` child, since god taken what he borrowed me.
I am twenty one & i`m still dreaming, hurting & healing, breaking & mending, dimming & shining, falling & raising,
& living hence thus far i am grown & growing.
I am twenty one, careless of what life has made me be, or what death has named me-an orphan, for that didnt make me a nobodys` child, `cause god cherished me, he never left me to perish, he took me in & slowly raised me & surely am becoming a man I was born to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem