III
I’m walking through the empty park,
It isn’t yet dark
But the wind blows with power.
It is the late hour
When I remember a life
Full of struggle, a wife
That loved me a lot
But which is not
The only person I care about,
My children are also
Part of my life with desires
With needs of fulfillment.
Suddenly I see
A shadow near me
And a little Teddy bear
Waving me with his hands.
It’s the truth God sends
To me, alive he should be
Because now I hear him talking
To me, while I’m walking.
How are you? He asked,
Are you still a child
Sometimes when you’re sad
Or are you fully grown up and mad
When you just feel
That something is missing,
That something isn’t real
In the life that you’re living?
I didn’t knew the answer
And I asked the Teddy bear
To help me in my fear.
He said to me further
To be a child forever
And then I’ll be clever
As an old man.
He didn’t had to repeat this again,
I understood that my life
Without my toys
Didn’t contain enough noise
And I run at home
Trying to start everything
All over again.
I took my little train
And played hours thinking
At my childhood, laughing
With my forgotten toys
Who made so much noise
That I could feel my hard beating.