It seems like only yesterday, that I was just a kid
Learning how to get things wrong, and crying when I did
Getting into trouble, and loving every minute
Spending evenings reading books, and wishing I was in it
As a kid I was an Astronaut, red Indian or Soldier
I never did achieve those aims, as I grew and got older
The days I was a fireman, putting out those massive fires
Were filled with sheer excitement, and I never ever tired
My journey into boyhood, never failed to cause alarm
As I practiced all the sorts of things that helped to cause me harm
I never expected failure, or the scenes that would occur
As childhood rushed by rapidly, and vanished in a blur
Now all that I look back on, has made me laugh a lot
I sometimes think my life was blessed, as I forgot the plot
And now that time has rolled on by, my thoughts turn back to when
Everything seemed new to me, and how I managed then
My dreams don’t change, I still think I should reach out for the sky
Become a social misfit, or learn how to watch the world go by
I still think that I’m five years old, although I’m sixty three
I’m sure my dreams will all come true, and be the death of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem