A Wondering Child

A Wondering Child (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

When I was born, I saw a globe

Blue and green one - or so alike

I did lack hair, as well as robe

And I didn't have a car or bike...

Still I was glad and wondered much

And marvelled over the globe's fine shapes

And colours and scents to hear and touch

And trees and stones and seas and capes.

Nothing I had, it made no harm

Till freaking reason came to my mind

Now all my self's screaming in alarm:

"There are no riches by you to find!"

I curse this progress that makes us race

For having much and for taking more,

More of displeasure, disgust, disgrace -

Oh, I wish I'd regress and could adore!