A Kind of Child

What kind of child chooses to play,
In muds of dusts and dirt all day?
Is he who knows not when the sun would rise?
That he minds not time be spent so wise.

What glory those games do bring?
A wisdom, a knowledge, and a lame learning?
Would there still be a school of thought?
Where facts and theories long have fought?

What kind of child do not intend,
Going inside a class for him to attend?
Is he who would rather stay outside?
Then leave all rules broken and set aside.

Who knows what dream will do come true;
Who knows what wish will not be granted, too.
A teacher teaches a child for he should know,
How the Sun would rise then set but still would glow.

What kind of child do then would say,
"Everybody does it anyway."
Is he the one who had never learned,
How things in life get flipped and turned?

What kind of child would you be by then?
Why not dig on earth the things been hidden.
Who knows what glory these would bring,
To a kind of child who truly loves learning.

03-01-14