Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE GROWN-UP WORLD

O Grown-Up World, where I live and play,

Shall I really belong in you, world, some day?

The chairs are so tall, it is hard to climb up,

So heavy to hold is a grown person’s cup,

The door-knobs are high, very high, I must stand

On the tips of my toes when I put up my hand.

The grown people sing as they pass in and out

And things seem just right, as they journey about;

They light the high lamps, and they read the big books

And they smile down upon me, with far-away looks.

But soon I’ll be older, and then I’ll be tall,

And I’ll wind the old clock, where it stands in the hall;

I’ll sit down in chairs like my great-aunt Marie

And lift the big pot when it comes with the tea.

Grown-Up World, where I live and play,

Shall I really belong in you, world, some day?