Funny it is though
To know
That in the recent past
There was a time
When I did not know
How to count
Because I did not understand
Anything I said or heard.
I was all pure and precious,
An epitome of innocence
Cast in the finest gold;
Hard to believe
That I was once unspoilt.
Funny isn't it,
It had to be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem