I use to think that I could fly,
Far across the open sky,
Up above the buildings tops,
Past the fields laced with crops,
I use to think that I could swim,
Down deep in oceans on a whim,
Into the sea I would go,
Holding my breath for an hour or so,
I use to think I could bend steel,
My imagination made it real,
I'd lift a train up in the air,
For no other reason but a dare,
Now I'm older and at last,
I think differently then in the past,
My super abilities no longer exist,
All are lost but, one persists,
I can clear a room with one small blast,
Also known as passing gas,
A power I've mastered over the years,
I can even bring Superman to tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hah! : -) You should join the justice league, Jim. Thanks for sharing