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A birth of a poet
A little child rose with a voice
Jumping from the floor filled with his toys
«Come one daddy, let's stop our play,
I want some answers for you to say»
The father took notice, staring with glance
Laughing to child and it's happy dance
«Sure, my son, tell me right now
whatever you ask, I'll tell you how.»
«Where is my teddy, where is my ball?
I'd like to sleep after I score the goal!»
«The teddy is sleeping in your sister's room
as for the ball, play it in afternoon!»
The child laughed, amazed by joy
His father had with little boy
«Well, daddy,I'd want to ask you how
Farmer knows to milk his own cow?»
«That is easy»-the old man said
«In the same time when ducks are leid.
When the nest of ducks is full of eggs,
the farmer goes between cattle legs. «
The child was laughing, losing the stare,
and having the smile only happy ones bare.
But-in a twinke of a star, something went wrong
as if someone changed the tone of the song.
With a silent voice, looking in eyes,
the question was asked as the sun shines
«Why are people hungry? Why they can't be fed?
How many will die although all was said?»
The father gasped, his throat was dry,
filled with pain and tears from the sky.
«I don't know, go now and play
I'll buy you new toys in this week's day.
The child returned to his little toys
To his little books and stories for boys
His eyes were opened, his childhood sold
One question asked and a poet growing old.
Post je objavljen 23.11.2005. u 23:28 sati.