I look at them
And yearn
Bulging biceps
White smiles
Drifting dollars
Hollow eyes
So we learn not to
look at their faces
Just around
But still we wanted
Still we hoped
To be like them
And forget how to
Hope
How to
Yearn
And reach and make and
Feel
Send us back
to yesterdays
To puddles and purple
That puppy and
Father's lost stories
Bring them back
I want to be
Naive again
When I used to yearn
And
Hope
When I was young inside
When I used to
look at them
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(Guyana,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naive again- such a blissful deliverance from what growing older is like.