Eight to eleven year-olds
Have magic
Untainted charm
I long thee
I jog back
Away from your doorsteps
Along the dusty road
I taste my dusty teeth.
You grow up
So does the man in my mirror
But not me
I refuse!
I long thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Along the dusty road of life. Nice work.