It's a 'nursery rhyme' and sung 'wisdom' for ages,
which this child ('would be' man) sees as 'love' now (life stages?)
I don't lust for friend's gifts (but still find them quite pleasant)
though one's rich like a king (most aged hearts house a peasant!)
We evolve toward life's gifts, sea to land (fewer eaten) ,
ground to sky (more advantage) though predators sweeten
this rich mix in the end. God's a God of creation!
Let us pray we've got soul (for Earth's marked for deletion!)
Friend, if God does exist, Evolution's His treasure
and survival's tough goal in this life (no joke - 'leisure! ')
Man's not been here that long (thirteen minutes of day
that the dinosaurs knew) ! 'Good Book' says God took Sunday
off and called His week's work a success! That's a pattern
you aspire to? What's good for the Goose is your lantern?
Does this honor 'true' God or your 'faith? ' How's that humble?
A child's sinner or saint? What might saints learn who stumble?
The least gift from God's hand takes a genius to process
what time's verdict will be; does God's heart get a recess?
But bone given to dog by a child who is sated
is a kindness that leaves choirs of angels elated!
25th of January in 2023
A favorite Children's Song from my childhood...
'This Old Man' Lyrics
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem