CHILD’S PLAY

CHILD’S PLAY


How often have i thought of a child’s innocent laughter;
In my dreams i saw them like brooks
gurgling against stone and wind,
where they stay one fleeting moment
before they glide hastily away.
I thought how well the world could be
when i shall become a child once more
in my balloon of tin soldiers and one-eyed rubber dolls.
How a child could smile without sadness.
While i, chained and spent in an adult’s aging world
ride on winged hopes of cheerful tomorrows.