I sit like a child <br />Building word-blocks <br />And pile them up high - <br />A nose-scraper, no less; <br />But the tower in the myth is doomed to fall. <br /> <br /> <br />I sit like a child <br />Playing word-trains; <br />On twisted tracks <br />the wheels come loose; <br />But the journey in the tale will never end.<br /><br />Ananta Madhavan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toys-19/
