When I was just a little boy
and it began to rain,
I didn't understand the cause...
I had an empty brain;
Clouds were white and fluffy
and beautiful to see;
that they were filled with water
was a mystery to me;
My father told me many things
and likewise my dear mother,
which things went in one ear
then promptly scarpered via the other.
(Written Dec 2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem