(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.
Solitary Wanderer 