Modern Poetry I am not a perfect child.

I am a child.

The darling of an era

I am a child.

Happy children

Although not perfect

But I'm still a child.

My parents spoil me.

The teacher is very helpless to me.

Life should be comfortable.

Why do troubles linger?

I am a child.

young child

Don't understand this world

Although also very helpless.

But my heart is full of longing

I am a child.

The pride of an era

Although it is not perfect.

But it's really a child.