A child imitates its mother
with air.
An adult imitates models to
seem fair.
A child imagines a child in a
doll
And enjoys tending it with
fantasy.
An adult imagines some ones
in his
And experience bliss in
fantasy.
A child fears and pretends
ignorance.
An adult dreads and pretends
innocence.
Though old, still a child, I
amuse myself
Though wise, still a child, I
fool myself.
12.06.2008
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