I’D LOVE TO BE A CHILD AGAIN

  One very cool afternoon

I saw a woman with her child,

Happily playing on her mother’s lap

I’d love to be a child again.

With tender mood it sucks the breast,

Ignorant of what the future has for it

I’d love to be a child again.

  .

  MY FUTURE

How will my future be?

Will it be black, white, or what?

Where will my future be?

Will it be in a mansion, a hut or where?

What will my future be?

Will it be great, small or what?

Oh. I wish I know how, where and what

My future would be before death comes.

And how will death meet me?

In the street, in church, or where?

What will death give me?

Everlasting peace, torment, or what?

                Author: ~Bertha~

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