Halves

"When we were small....
We did not reason, did not care
Not half an apple, half a pear
About the wherefore and the where,
Or the eternal hows and whys;
But took the good things as they were,
Unquestioning, uncritical.
The world is still the same good spot
As then it was, and changes not,
Only we saw with clearer eyes,
When we were small."

A rainy damp day today.  I have decided to start on my altered art book project and while looking through the old poetry book  - "Coat of many colours" by Thomach Bouch  ( 1953), I came across a poem called  "Wonderland" and thought that this quote from it reminds me of the modern day ' is the glass half full or empty' question.The poem is about our childhood and hence our life, which is apt on the day I went to a neighbour's funeral.