ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Good And Bad Children

Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.

You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewild'ring,
Innocent and honest children.

Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places--
That was how in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.

But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory--
Theirs is quite a different story!

Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Comments (4)

I love the 'honey' you've made by refining your concepts until they became these beautiful, yet simple, symbols!
May the flowers be free to sway in the feilds of freedom This is wonderful Love duncan X
A very unique way of expressing solidarity with the widows.Imagination could do no more. Very touching, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
So the widows are united as in your poem the flowers are? did i get it right? I love your style! Preets