Bruises on my hips
from a growth spurt, long days
of practising my brains
and always cycling against the wind
in the winter over polder ice
A doctor's prescription
with jealous eyes of my sisters
who also want to eat sweet
cream every day, but then
they'd have to grow faster
make long days of practising their brains
and always cycle against the wind
in the winter over polder ice
(for their future, for themselves -
..the party will be later)
make long days of practising their brains and always cycle against the wind.....Struggling hard to become somebody in the youth..... so i understood this poem dear poet. i dont know whether i am right. thanku. tony
You understand it well. At the same time it is funny, that, in my youth, I did have a prescription to regularly eat whipped cream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
futile cheers not in workable youthful stamina save everyone with your loving activeness