When the child was a child

It could imagine paradise very clearly;

now it can only guess at it.

It couldn't even imagine nothingness;

now it shudders at the idea.

When the child was a child, it played with enthusiasm. Now it can only muster it up when it's about work.

When the child was a child,

it lived on apples and bread,

    and that was enough,

and it's still that way.