Walking too deep
Walking too shallow
What could be the answer?
Little Child stutters and becomes silent.
Just like when I was a sixth grader,
Little Child hesitate and closes eyes.
I, once, was a clueless little child.
Who suffered with language…
Little child suffered with maturity …

Looking over people’s shoulders
Sighing deeply, I complain to myself…
How could I solve this…? Am I just a little child?
What would have little child has done…?
Sometimes, I wish I were a little child.
We share a common thing…
Sometimes, little child is my teacher…

I imagine what could little child does…
Little Child never loses hope…
I should copy the quality…
Stepping back, looking back what have I done…
That is what I would do…
Thinking about it now, sounds foolish…
I could have made a better choice…
Why did I do that…? I regret…



Despite the humiliation, I ask for a hand…
Little Child smiles widely towards me
And agrees. Looking back, I laughed at myself…
How could have I look to him?
Thinking about it now, I am proud…
I am proud that I listened to the little child…