Boyhood summers went fast
Passing through woodlands
In search of wild fruits and berries
River crossings and sandy beaches
Keeping cool from a torrid sun
Spider hunts at first light
Matchbox condos overfilled
Rites of manhood bravely faced
Tearful dips into the river
After risking a barber's cut
On your budding manhood
At the end, a thorny threshold,
A one way portal to an unknown,
A gate creaks close just this once
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The final three lines are quite truthful and philosophical...well written10