|
| |
Second Childhood
I am a child again
I know no loss or gain
Oft oblivious of pain
Till I conscious regain.
Do I wake or sleep,
I see the stars weep
As they crackers peep,
Am I awake or asleep?
I giggle and lauugh at the sight
Of rockets of music Fountains bright
Alzmiers benumbs my plight
Yet I have heavenly insight.
No need of ball or satchel
My grandchildren play beetle
Climates hot or cold lethal
Our food comes from hotel.
Thunder lightning and rain
Sounds of toppling towers reign
Sky is filled with smoke and sign
Of corpses and mutilated mein.
Tear glands are dried up
Once I fell to get up
With ease I sat up
Fell me, I'll not get up.
I see my saviour's Rood
Crushing the Serpent's hood
With words of hope does He feed
Breaking not the bent Reed !
I go out in hood
My strength is not good
Wobbles the ground I stood
Is it second childhood ?
Copyright ©
Robert Samraj
|
|