I think like a youth,
Sometimes ink like a youth,
Not yet red like an old,
I am pink like a youth.
I behave like a youth,
Sometimes knave like a youth,
Not shy like an old,
Bold and brave like a youth.
I am hungry like a youth,
Sometimes angry like a youth,
Not careful like an old,
Watch pantry like a youth,
I act like a youth,
I react like a youth,
Not calm like an old,
Much exact like a youth.
(Being inspired by Shalom Freedman)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all become knaves sometimes, a nice poem.............................