Do not grow to sky

You kids from  knees down there
Look upon the world as blue hills
In a fuzzy grove of far, far trees.

You play games in wooden pillars
Of eye’s dreams, also-have-beens.
You hide and we seek very eyes.

Shout if you must, when a  stone
Does not tumble on the sixth one.

You play cheat, ball a mere flower.
A marigold tossed from  cardboard.

Your rules change like life’s rules
With no notice, now this, now that.
From knees up, don’t grow to sky.


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