Little Boy

(This was written when I was a school kid)


Little boy sweet and shy,

what joy with wings to fly,

in innocent dreams up very high,

at your feet happiness lie;

but what use joy had yet unknown,

the memories fade into oblivion,

you know no miseries,

all seem to be mysteries;

you made of pure innocence,

enlighten many by your presence,

you still blinded by ignorance,

teach us great lessons;

you’ll soon part your ways,

not knowing ahead what lays,

if i’ve to chòose my days,

I’ll choose my childhood rays.