When I was a child and
dreams had wings that
reached beyond the sun;
When I was a child and
dreams had just begun,
I dreamed of deeds,
of fair young maids and
knights up in the sky
of avenging wrongs, of
singing songs and
never asking, Why?
But with the years,
the dreams of youth
do often die
and the world knowing not
caring not their passing gives not
a single sigh - for days
When I was a child and
dreams had wings that
reached beyond the sun;
When I was a child and
dreams had just begun.
(RRuiz 1987)
You had said in the poem that you had not asked why., yet the question mark stands high....I enjoyed the reading of your poem.. Thanks, Jodilee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dreamer of life you are. Well done, a grand piece.