I never grew up,
My mind is still a child's,
That likes black coffee,
In the morning.
The only things on t.v.
That hold my attention,
Are, the Lone Ranger and Tonto,
Marshall Dillon, or Paladin.
I guess I am infecting,
My grandkids.
Especially Mateo,
Cause he sits by me enraptured.
But there are worst things in,
This corrupt polluted world,
Than having your grandson,
Address you as Kemo Sabe.
5/21/14 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fantastic last stanza, remain ever a child Juan, I too am struggling to remain one.