To be a lad, one must be glad.
Dawn is on; Full day is to prolong.
Health has surge; Mind has urge.
Fresh is the brain to print and reprint.
Imprints are hard, not erasable.
With him, old and young fall in love.
Much to venture and for adventure.
Life is tasty and love is handy.
As a lad, he craves for manhood,
And misses the bus. When old, he regrets.
08.07.2001, Pkd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem