My child was to teach meWhat it was like to have joy
My own childhood different
He was a reminder of memory
What it should be like as young boy
I deeply mixed happiness and resentment
In the present I am grateful to have learned
What my being should have experienced
Trapped in memories, always grieving
However mature or not as a child
My mood was always serious
In the present I've decided
That I am ready finally to be a fool
