A joke thought by folks.
With a head too big.
For a kid.
Black and reminded of that.
Walking around.
On feet pigeoned toed.
And knees that knocked.
Those memories to keep,
Just don't stop.
Regardless of age.
To have long bloomed.
From the need to feel loved.
Much more than being,
Laughed at a lot and mocked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true. Our childhood memories visit us always regardless of age. A lovely poem well expressed.