Faster! Faster!
The darkness keeps your pace
Voices close behind you
You must not lose this race
Here. Here.
The darkened house did call
Your curiosity alive
You will it took a fall
Mischief. Mischief.
A night so long ago
Children and their foolish games
As lights begin to glow
Away! Away!
Your heart beats loud and quick
A burning in your chest
Your breath labored and thick
Quickly! Quickly!
You turn your head about
The hands they close around you
There is no time to shout
Years. Years.
So many have slipped away
The memories of so long ago
Still seem like yesterday
Foolish. Foolish
Perhaps so far away
You are an aged man
So it is with ease that you say
Childish. Childish
The wanton days gone by
Choices better left unmade
Until experience guides your eyes
Away! Away!
O foolish boy of eight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem