Man of the Future
I am a child
I am all the things of my past
I am the hands of my father
Long and thin
I am the hairy legs of my mother.
I am all I see
The Colorful feathers of chickens
The angry and sad face of the dog
A hornbill flying in the sky
And the furry , white body of a goat.
I am all I hear
Tock tock of the rain
The broom broom of the thunder
And the quack quack of my duck.
Ping ping- time for monks to eat lunch.
I am all I feel and taste
Sweet juice of the watermelon
Cold and melting ice-cream
The sour, bitterness of the june plum
And sweet of the apples.
And all I remember
My mom telling me don’t play boom
My friends losing a football game
Writing notes with Jo.
I am all I have been taught
Speak loudly when presenting
Help other people
And have determination.
I am all I think
Becoming a zoologist
And changing Cambodia and the world
Helping poor people.
I am all those things.
I am like a hornbill
And these things are my egg
But one day I will peck my way out
And be free
Because
I’m the man of the future.