When I was young
People told me I was naive
And I would never get anywhere
With my heart on my sleeve
I didn’t want to believe them
Wanted to block out their ranting
But nothing stopped them
As every last word seem decanting
I would cry
When they got to mean
But it only made it worse
Until I was a teen
By then I knew all their tricks
And could avoid them
Without bending the mix
Until the next time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your flow is always so great. you grow wise with age!