Little boy, on the seashore,
little boy, digging a hole in the sand,
do you know about more
than what is in your hand ?
Little boy, digging a hole,
little boy, running to the sea,
do you know your goal
is something that can never be ?
Little boy, filling your bucket,
little boy, running to and fro,
have you seen the big wide net
which will not let you go ?
Little boy, trying to entrap the sea
in one small hole in the ground,
what is it you can see ?
Where is it you are bound ?
Oh, little boy, my little boy,
how foolish, yet how wise,
to treat the ocean as your toy
and never listen to its cries.
Little boy, you cannot trap the ocean,
for it will leak away unseen,
and then, little boy, and then,
only you will ever know it's been.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Ackworth, 1st June 1966
Publications
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
1984 Britannic Magazine (UK)
1989 YOUNG MINDS (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1997 Tara's Poetry Page (Internet)
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