A member of the "new breed," with no material cares,
coddled and cute you seem, child, as you stride
across the legacy of this century into 2001,
shouldering the hopes and dreams of your parents.
So in front of old buildings and along silent corridors,
why do you linger in solitude, and where are your playmates?
Are your parents too busy? Do you have too few brothers?
Is it crime in the streets? Or a biological flaw?
Let's hope this society can give you more, child,
beginning this year, with Children's Day, now.
