All over the city
I used to see
Running men
Running women
But now I find
Running children
Yes, our children
Rushing on and on!
Only in the morning
They were born to us
In an hour they learnt
To crawl and to wobble
In the second hour, to run
And they’re gone far from us
Our own begotten children
Is it a marathon?
They’re not playing with us
Not speaking to us
any more
No more they stand
with us
They have no time to stand
They’re running a
race
They’re running in
schools
They’re running in colleges
Is it an open
marathon?
They have to be educated
They have to be trained
They have to build their career
They have to earn money plenty
They have to be as wealthy as possible
They have to make a success
A success of their life, fast
Only, to live they’ve forgotten!
Our children
Our own begotten children
Look at us like strangers!
Xavier Bage
Sun, June 05, 2016
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