| Response to "Those Winter Sundays" |
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How can a child understand the adults' world? All a child wants is to play with his father Who cares if his hands ached? I don't know why he had to go out everyday Couldn't he just stay and play? Fears of a child Who can explain? Are they real or just imagination? Fear that is mixed with comfort and familiarity A child is what she is No pretending, no leaving for tomorrow What could've be done today Kisses not given are kisses forgotten All a child knows is how to love or hate now And who knows about tomorrow?
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