Hurry hurry little child,
Summer's on it's way.
Through the tattered gown of April,
shows the brighter cloth of May.
Hurry hurry little child,
Autumn's on its way.
All the leaves are falling now,
there must be no delay.
Theres no more need to hurry child.
It seems Winters come to stay.
And if this is what you hurried for,
you should have stopped a while to play.
Dear Stephen, such a sublime poem you have shared with the world👍👍👍
Leaves are falling down on its way. Summer has worn the brighter cloth. Although little child is in hurry still he or she should stop and play. An amazing and brilliant poem is beautifully penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much Bernard F. Asuncion