Playthings




Playthings :



Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.


I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.


I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.


Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"


Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.


I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.


With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.


In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.


Rabindranath Tagore


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