The day I could no longer walk with ease
Beneath the table, made it clear to me
That I was growing. Soon my parents' knees
Were way below my eye-line. I could see
Above the window-sill and out, far out,
Into a world where adults knew it all
And children yearned to grow and be about
Such fascinating business. To be tall
Held out a promise greater than mere size.
When I achieved full stature I would know
Those peaks of knowledge conquered by the wise -
All that remained for me to do was grow.
Yet wisdom gained shows wisdom still ahead;
Grown up, I find I'm growing down instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem