I'm sitting on the rotten chair
Combing and playing my hair with care
Watching the kids chasing the man-made hare
They seem so free that it seems unfair
I used to be them a long time ago
With a lot of friends and zero foe
So much fun so far that I know
And never anyone thinks we might go
Far away from each other as we grow
Then suddenly come a little boy
Grasping my sleeves showing his toy
He said, 'She's ugly, she broke mine'
And I just smile and said never mind
Trust me, tomorrow you'll get the new one
He went away with the already dried tears
Happily joined back playing with the others
I now recall how I used to endear
It's so wonderful that everything is so clear
It's the feeling of love and away from fear
How i wish life is static
That every moment is a ceaseless fantastic
To always be adored and never a pathetic
Sounds amazing but hard to achieve
The life cycle is what we have to receive
We're not talking anything scientific
Yet we should know that not everything can be realistic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your reality of life seems to adrift from its main course, from the childhood memories, right up to realism of life.To be honest, childhood playground is not a conclusive comparison to the life that you intend to potray here, but the rhyming was good even with the forced ones.Anyway, this is your first attemp in writing poetry.Keep it up Syaz!