For a child, the sky is but a hand span away.
They touch the moon and stars by doing a run and jump.
They are like birds soaring in infinity.
Yet, there comes a time when all children land.
As wings are lost and beards are grown,
The muddy shoes make way for squeaking leather.
And the pond that was once an ocean becomes a nuisance to clean.
And society digs its claws into fresh meat.
The sky has not changed.
It’s simply too far away to be noticed
i want ot kiss you for this poem awesomely recreates my own thoughts as i was having my tea this morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a fine allegorical poem analysin diffrence in life stages. I vote for dis tel me if shows.