When I was ten
I wished for twenty
When came about thirty
I back-peddled from forty
When staring at fifty
I envisioned sixty
And realize I am still seventeen
But with thirty three years experience
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That would make you thirty three one zillion and seventeen. Pirate math though the parrot thinks your a lot younger. He owns an abacus.