Handsome boy, lost in his simple hand-me-down sandals
Pretending to be some young lumbering giant
On a mission to please no one in particular
With no reason to be politely defiant
Adventure found in the lost pages of the scripture
Rained out stakes, moments savored for another day
When life's achievements quit being common metaphor
And truth is haphazardly left out on display
Eventually, insecure hearts will get broken
A sweet smile, that subtle trap, snares all the weakest
These defenceless tasks, do not perspire, nor flag fatigue
As immature freedom is affectively gushed
For now, there are still more tears than flirtatious laughter
Scraped knees, bloody noses, account for mother's joy
Straightforward pursuits for four-leaf clover lastly reigns
One day, fully fledged: henceforth, just a handsome boy
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I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully composed. Nice share. Thanks.