But for the Child
Who must cross the raging sea
Of trial and terror and tribulation
Who fancies a speckle too small for old eyes to measure
For old hearts to take such pleasure
The world would become a
Dry and barren place
Without Question
A child brings blissful grace
To disastrous fumble
To the Answer
As to When
The end does justify his means
As to How
The tangent will lead her to victory
As to Why
The seeking eyes of a child
Are forever undeterred
For the fruit of childhood wisdom
Is never too bitter
Nor too sweet
In such curious cascades of imagery
From which the dust
Is ever stirred
To bask in the sun
Bringing to light humbling awareness
That life is a gift of subtle beauty
Which one might simply
Step over
But for the child
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I would like to translate this poem
Kimberley, this is a delightful...