In everybody's heart
from birth until
its time to depart
lives a little child
always ready to go wild
spontaneous infectious smiles
giggles that seem so puerile
head
that's up to naughty pranks
heart
that cares two hoots for ranks
these are the very essence of that child
the flame of youth
makes living worth your while.
so why do we want to tame
for reasons that sound so lame
the very seed of joy
using vindictive ploys.
hence, every single day
in as many hearts I may
I try to nurture that child
to make it feel
its alright to have
a facade of steel
but never give up
that child within
that craves to live
with joy and zeal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem