My mother called me 'crackers'
when I was just a boy
It was like she didn't care for me
like I didn't bring her joy
And maybe I believed her
which is why I'm bonkers now
A little bit of wisdom
might have sorted this somehow
The era that I spent my youth
seems a century ago
Our parents didn't seem to care
they hardly watched us grow
They spent their time just working
to keep our lives on track
Sometimes, they left us wondering
if they were coming back
And mother called me crackers
she never called me son
I don't remember being hugged
Just told that I was dumb
So looking back I wonder
what made me who I am
Someone with little self esteem
A really bonkers man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem