Children Run
because they want to
Grown-Ups run
Because they don’t want to stop.
I run
Because I don’t know how to stop.
Children stop
to let other children catch up.
Grown-Ups don’t stop
lest the other Grown-Ups overtake.
Children stop
to feel the heart racing.
Grown-Ups stop
to feel the heart slowing down;stopping!
Eyes are sharp.
Mind is focused.
The finish line is the purpose.
What happens when you cross it?
Why reach it fast?
Why let the world whiz by?
Walk through the flowers.
Walk through the mist.
Walk for the little children. They need your time.
Yet we run.
Just as everyone.
Here starts the rat-race. Never to end.
Not slow
is the race.
Not happy
are the racers.
Just an another rat, that is I
Your poem made me think about how society trys to make children growup faster and thereby stealing something very precious from them…good poem.
Thanks. But this poem is also for us, for me!
Excellent work. I can tell you put a lot of thought and emotion in to this.
This is an awesome poem telling the reality of todays competetive world where we are leaving the loved ones behind to catch something that make us alone; eventhough it makes us happy for that moment of winning the race but we left our companions behind.
nice and touching one Kehav….
Thanks my friend!
hey, you are the rat which is next to me in the race. 😉
Good one!
Haha..good comment. Thanks
I love it!
Thanks. I enjoyed writing it too
lovely rhythm,
playful spirits….
enjoyed it so very much…
cheers.
thanks for sharing.
Hey. I’m glad you liked this Jingle. Even if I was a bit frustrated, I enjoyed writing this.