Monday, March 14, 2011

In the eyes of a child

Cute boy and painting by child prodigy Hamzah Marbella
In the eyes of a child
the world is young, where play
and slumber have no hurried pace.
The child, like the world, is rich beyond measure
because time has no meaning,
truth is not burdened by falsehood,
a marble is gem enough, bugs and dragonflies
fill the days: happiness abounds.
Age, casually tossed into eternity's heap,
cannot exist
in the eyes of the child.

--William the Henry



smartz said...

A lovely poem. And in the wake of the terrible tragedy in Japan, heart-breaking. Thank you for writing it.

William Pogi Chua said...

Thank you.
This is a result of a thread with a friend in Facebook. She put her childhood photo in her profile, explaining that she is getting into childhood mode to get a fresh perspective. So the title came up, and the poem -- it is a poem?! -- followed.