CHILD PLAY

 

CHILD PLAY

 

Children play
on the sea shores.

They run around,
Fall and rise,
Wet their feet’
In the graceful waves.

Children play
on the sea shores.

With the sand that was kissed
By repeated waves,
They build their house
With tiny hands.

Children play
on the sea shores.

When the waves advance
And touch their house
Or dash them down
They weep and yet,

Children play
on the sea shores.

Again and again,
They build houses,
With wet sand and
Tiny hands,

And Then when
roaring waves advance,
They jump aside,
And clap with glee

Even as the houses
Built by them
Are swept away
Without a trace.

Children play
on the sea shores.

When they grow up,
They walk around,
Lie on the sand
Stare at the sky.

Other children play
on the sea shores.

Then they watch
Other children build
Houses in sand
And the waves
Washing them away.

They smile at the games
other children play, for
‘Building houses in sand
Is better than castles in the air’.

Houses get built
Again and again
With wet sand and
Tiny hands,
Get destroyed
Again and again
By the raiding tides,
Without respite.

Still children play
And people watch
The endless game
With the endless waves.

Children still play
On the sea shores.