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Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder

My child, we were just children,
Two happy kids, that’s all:
We crept into the henhouse,
And hid there in the straw.
We crowed like the cockerel,
And all the passers-by –
Thought our: ‘Cock-a-doodle-doo!’
Was the real cockerel’s cry.
We papered over the boxes
We found around the yard,
And we lived there together
In our elegant house of card.
The neighbour’s cat, the old one,
She often came for tea:
We paid her our respects, then,
I bowed and you curtseyed.
We asked how she was feeling,
Politely and with care:
Since then we’ve said the same
To many an ancient fur.
We often sat there chatting,
Sensibly, as folks do,
Complaining how much better
It was in our day too:
How love and faith and loyalty
Have vanished from the earth,
How dear the coffee is now,
How hard to garner wealth!….
They’re gone our games as children,
Everything goes, we see –
Wealth and Earth and ages,
Faith, love and loyalty.

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Childhood Play Adult Imitation Teaches What? children playing grown ups until the play becomes reality sad they learned no wisdom from childhood through to old age to enrich later years Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. Written in December 2016 on the 13.12.2016.
children playing grown ups, until the play becomes reality, sad they learned no wisdom from childhood through to old age to enrich their later years