that was when we thought
of nothing but
a game, when words are but
teasers,
when what we assume
is nothing but to be fed
and cared of
when our mouths knew nothing
but laughter
we had enough of those times
and those that fed and cared for us
had long died
and left us now with what they had
we replace what they gave us
now we are no longer their children
we take the turn
of giving laughter in return
see, they are all waiting in the playgrounds
of our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem