BE A CHILD

BE A CHILD


Was I born a child at all?
Did I ever have childhood?
Innocent leisure, free time
I wish, again, feel I could.

The world is too much with us,*
Life is a big rigmarole.
We are stuck up with the parts
Ignoring the big view whole.

Those fancies that children have,
Those fond hopes and ambitions
Are forgotten and buried
By adult inhibitions.

What is life if full of care**
Of machine and computer?
We have ignored and abused
Beautiful mother nature!

He bestowed the gift of love
As He gave this world to us.
Charging us with compassion
To all, He instructed thus:

“Love all men, women, children
Fowl and fish and beast and plant.
Love this earth and sky and moon
Sun and stars, man you just can’t

Be oblivious of this vast
And wonderful nature wild.
Open up, shed your blinkers
Man, once more ye be a child”!


* "The world is too much with us" –Opening line of Wordsworth’s poem by the same title: http://www.bartleby.com/106/278.html


** “What is life if, full of care”—Opening line of the poem “Leisure” by William Henry Davies: www.davidpbrown.co.uk


Written in abcb 7-7-7-7 format

M C Gupta
13 March 2005