Lined up in a school yard,
Childern talk and play,
Grown-ups on the side-walk,
Wish they’re lives away.

When they where young children they did the same,
Lined up in a school-yard wishing days away,
“Remember when we where that young?” asked one,
Thinking of her childhood,
When she and her friends played house,
All imagetioning what they will be like when they grow old,
And get a car,
And a cat,
And a late bed-time at that,

She spent all her days,
Wanting to be old,
Wishing on every star,
To grow old,

And now,
After all the years wishing and wanting and whining and crying,
She’s old,
Her hair like soft Moon-light on cold snow,
Her emerald eyes have gotton grey,
Her torso frail and thin,
And now she wishes to be young,

And now,
She spent all her days,
Wanting to be old,
Wishing on every star,
To be young,

To have golden hair,
And bright lively eyes,
To be able to sprint and run,
Like the children in front of her eyes,

So take example from this women girl,
For the moral is quite simple,
Don’t wish your child life away,

Be happy the way you are,
In the moment,
In the now,
For in good time you will grow old,
So enjoy being young so you can enjoy being old.
(inspired by Shuntaro Tanikawa-Japan)


 
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