Through the window of
A baby's eyes
A budding rose
I saw,
But in the heart
Of a grown-up man
I felt
Its crooked claw.
The younger individuals learn risk-assessment, the better, I'd say! : -) I like this write, Tan, but I don't agree that we all get this cynical when we grow up. Kind regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, it is very short but very decriptive. Every word is true, the wording is perfect.