I will be a child to you always
to else I may appear
an old man’s pail of wisdom.

My eyes would look into yours
with the same quest
after having gulped
all oceans of knowledge.

These hands would spread
in thirst of offerings
treasured fate it may contain
it has no charm of your bickering.

My heart-
is still the one you touched
a child who smiles and cries along
it’s play for him and no more

To world I may appear
in donned masks
colorful, fair
for you I’ll be
gray and bare
peeling all masks
wearing life’s share.