Play is important for adults too
This is a difficult concept for many
And for a matter of importance to few
It is not easily attainable for me
What is this thing called play?
The ability to relate to my inner child?
My feelings on the subject is gray
To be absent of seriousness highly piled
The mental discovery of humor and laughter
Buried deep down behind my walls
I need to loosen these bricks and rafters
Allow the child out even if she falls
Play will keep me young and alive
And endowed with quality of life
Stand strong, push, shove, and drive
A quality characterized by strength, not strife
The child in me can be free
Enjoying personal freedom inside and out
Choosing for myself is the key
Leaving behind these walls all doubt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem