The lecture went on and on.
The both of us wanted to be gone gone gone.
We didn’t know what to think.
But both of our faces were turning pink.
Each grown up took a turn.
“Don’t you know you can burn? ”
After an hour of non-stop talking.
We decided our pretend candle shop wasn’t working.
Thank you for your concern.
But we are no longer going to burn.
February 22,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem