y the hour.

　　Perhaps you glance at me and think，”What a stupid game to spoil your morning with！“

　　Child，I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mudpies.

　　I seek out costly playthings，and gather lumps of gold and silver.

　　With whatever you find you create your glad games，I spend both my time and my strength over things I can never obtain.

　　In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire，and forget that I too am playing a game in it.