Are you playing with the child
Making him count
Are you taking him on a sunny day out
Are you playing him a song
Letting him draw
Stubbing crayons orange blue lemon
Are you giving away candy
Sweatmeat floss
Are you watching him jump
Giggling with laugh
Flying balloons for him
Holding his hands
Rocking on laps
Telling fairytales to the bedtime lad
And there’s a baby
It moves down the memory lanes
Knocks on the door
That’s dingy and dark
He crouches on mud floor
Tugs your shirt sleeve
You leave him lorn
And he quivers in weakly
Out out
You shout
And baby disappears
And you never find him
While playing with the child
The child of us
He’s peering meekly
Don’t spoil him with a rod
He’s on the road
He’s on the move
Just shying away
Away from you
He’s the child who play with you.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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Does the child remain forever the child? I think not. Does Nature not ask of us to Learn ... And, whence we Learn, we shall Grow! So, shall we remain forever the Child? Certainly, a part of us is the Child we were, but there's a big part of us which is no longer a Child ... Is that something to mourn about?
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