Just yesterday I did shoot stones with a catapult,
saw flat stones
jumping over the dam,
the smell of Lucerne
did sweetly rise in my nose,
I did stand between rows of corn in the fields,
did play with my dinky-toy cars
and did build a dam at the stream
and as a child in innocence
I did like you a lot
but now my days are measured out
in the office,
in the city's tumult
and life does set obligations
and I wonder what does lie
in the chasing of a career
and even when the financial world
does lie at my feet
I do want it again
as in my childhood days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem