I remember being sixteen,
carefree and yes, a little careless.
I remember meeting with strangers,
entering foresaken territories.
I remember being sixteen,
rebellious, fearless, vigourous.
I remember being sixteen,
yet thinking I was twenty five.
I remember having another 'family',
now just long lost relatives.
I remember being sixteen,
the ups and downs, the triumphs and tragedies.
I remember being sixteen,
young and adventurous, daring and wreckless.
I remember it all too well,
for that sixteen year old boy,
still lives within my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem