however many years are added to my age,
however much I grow in the eyes of the world,
I am still the little child of universe,
a child, still and always…
that is why, my stubborn rapture,
against all solemn faces.
and my never-ending lament
in child-like tears,
that fall often so suddenly,
and dry on my cheeks silently.
however many times
I trip over people,
falter and fall,
that is why,
my bouncing back to the game,
with my bleeding knees!
and that is why,
my acceptance of all people
as one big family.
I am a child of the universe,
that’s why, my happiness…