You collected and made a pile of stones
And excitedly invited me outside
To view this gravelly incarnation
Which you looked upon with pride
This product of youthful imagination
Heaped rather sorrowfully in wind and rain
But to you it was a magic castle
For your eager mind to explain
To me, the hard-bitten adult
With no wonder left in my bones
Just the cares of carving a way forward
No time for those grubbed-up stones
But seeing your wondrous cairn now
After you have gone back home
Reminded me of your excitement
In building that stoney dome
And how I should have joined in
But for the ingrained woes of the day
And how I should have freed my mind
To let the adult play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very nice rhymes. GRAVELLY INCARNATION...THE CARES OF CARVING A WAY FORWARD...INGRAINED WOES OF THE DAY These phrases are fresh and wonderfully expressive.