An old man and a child,
Walking through fields and the wild.
A question arises in the child’s mind:
“What is life, and how shall I find?”

“Nor will you find it; it will find you.
Every age of life, it will bind you.
It’s not just what you see; it’s what you believe—
Like a saint among thieves.”

They passed a street near the Nile.
The child asked again after some miles,
“My question is the same—what is life?”
The answer changed with growing strife.

The old man sighed, his voice in pain,
“It’s nothing, child—only pain.
It dances in your heart
And grows with the tears of rain.”

At the end, the child asked with rage,
“With the journey, why do answers change?”
The old man smiled, calming his rage:
“Life is a view—through the journey, it changes.”