They say Poem by INDREK KOFF

They say that the work of a child is play.
That resources have to be managed sustainably.
That one has to live and let live and that movement is a fundamental right.
That grandma's pancakes are the best with strawberry jam, no other.
That depression is a condition that one need not be ashamed of.
That before it was people that mattered, but nowadays apparently it is only money.
Occasionally it happens that they stop to listen.
They crane their neck, head slightly tilted