The eternal child

(after C.M. van den Heever)

His grey-headed mom pushes the wheelchair in the street,
with his big water-head that bounces to and fro,
an incoherent smile is on his face
but then suddenly he stares in front of him,
when his soft hand reaches out,
confusion and spit comes over his lips,
people are almost fleeing, are avoiding him,
while others stare astounded at him
and all of life is passing him.

[Reference: "Die ewige kind" (The eternal child) by C.M. van den Heever.]

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