Fixing a fence, I was
interrupted by a little boy.
'Mister, ' he asked, 'are you
a old person? '
'Well, ' I said, 'what do YOU
He replied, 'I think you're
For the truth, ask a Child.
For puffery and praise, Adults
are always eager to lie to you.
The truthfulness of innocence, we lose on our way to adulthood. Pertinent and beautiful poem. Skilful narration.5 *s
Thank you, once again, Unnikrishnan. It is sad how, as we grow older, lies come out of our mouths with regrettable ease.
How true, how true. Five stars for you.
Thanks Linda. I loved it when he asked me, 'are you a old person.' Not 'are you a old man.' So unexpected. Out of the mouths of babes lol.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
you hit it out of the park with this one
Thank you, LeeAnn. I'm always grateful for the honesty of children. Humbled..., but grateful : )