Many children are ignorant
To the pain in the world.
Some know pain but most don't
still continuing to laugh and play.
Happy were the days when I didn't know why dad left,
Happy were the days when I didn't know the difference between right and wrong.
A child's ignorance will be well missed,
When the grow up into a world of horror.
Blessed is that small child,
So happy and yet so delicate,
Living a life only known to them.
Happy is the ignorant child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem