Why is it that, the first thing,
A new born baby does is cry?
Is it that it knows about
The world that faces you and I?
The good times and the bad
That we face every day.
The triumphs and the failures
That we meet along the way.
The things that make us happy?
The things that make us sad?
The things that are good?
The things that are bad?
Does the Baby already know
What life will be like from birth?
Or is it just a noise it makes
When it's brought onto the earth?
Not knowing what's ahead in life
For today or for tomorrow,
Is it already shedding the tears
That result from pain and sorrow?
Life is mean and sometimes cruel
There will be many times he'll cry.
Can't we stop all the pain in life
With a simple 'Rock-A-Bye'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winsome and wonderful !