283 (26.04.2015)

O Children! My Children what have I done?
What time I've wasted and not been with you,
The world spins round a slowly burning sun
And little we pursue will make it new.
But when I stop myself and give you time,
And let your youthful joy infect my heart
Then suddenly to rush becomes a crime
And all at once my worries they depart.
So when I see you playing I will hold
My tongue and not tell you to go to bed
But rather I will stop being so old
And sit a while and play with you instead.
For when we play together I can see,
It's you that should be Captains over me.

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