Wooden Horse
Back and forth, back and forth
So quickly my body of six years feels sickly.
Back and forth, back and forth
A small wooden horse, my bosom friend.
Forward and backward, forward and backward
A present from my favorite uncle
Forward and backward, forward and backward
Not a toy, I’m too old for toys.
Near and far, near and far
For hours I rock
Near and far, near and far
The world crashes and tumbles around me
Here and there, here and there
Friends lure me away
Here and there, here and there
I return for a shorter time now.
Little by little, little by little
I have less and less time for inanimate objects.
Little by little, little by little
The old horse, once well-loved
Is discarded in a dusty corner.
