I am a little child still
in life's kindergarten
learning my ABCs, how to talk
to communicate--every lesson

I cherish--I am so eager to know more
I love the sound of words-their beauty
each is like music to me
above all, I love poetry

But you say to me:
' Your learning is well over--you are too old'
my reply: 'I can't help it--it grows within me
I must move forward before time turns me cold'.

I am a child still
my heart beats wildly
when the sky, the stars, the roses,
the clouds, the ocean and the fields I see.