i passed a kid building castle
has no idea but making it higher
it looks like dome with antler
she smiles and said ' like it'
i look around i said 'better yet'
she is happy and went to work
children came to help to build
many ideas can't seem to finish
there's arguments ' that's mine'
pretty soon fight broke out; sad
they must have watch adults do
can't come to compromise; loco
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem