What happened to the boy I was?
Why did he run away?
And leave me old and thinking, like
There'd been no yesterday?
What happened then?
Was I that boy?
Who laughed and swam in the bund*
I there no going back?
No recompense?
Is there nothing?
No refund?
Such a sweet and strong yearning for the fascinating childhood!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The missing of innocence and simple joys in life.