I will be a child again
after I die. No one
can be born fully grown
in the next world.
The pains about my knees,
my back, are small things,
I will be a child again,
new in a new way.
Unknowing, believing in
everything, wondering who
will be my mother, my father?
I will be a child.
A child in a new world
by way of the old I won't remember.
Hallelujah—I will be, I will be
a child again after I die.
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Sweet poem.
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Lovely, sad, and elegant
Nice, almost a little hymn.
This is simple and elegant, Ramon.
A gentle and straight-forward poem. Very nice. *
Wonderful piece. Good work.
Ah. Sad and sweet. My heart was heavy while reading this. So nice. *
Aw sweet poignancy. Lovely.