I wish I had the perfect shirt
That fitted me just right,
It would be the perfect color
And be super cute and bright.
And if I found that perfect shirt
I’d never let it go,
Because that perfect shirt would be
As soft as fallen snow.
It would open up a whole new world
And help me find my way,
And show me that this world is great
And make me want to play.
But if I never find that one
My super special shirt,
I’d make sure not my friends
To shun but inside I’d be hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem