On some staircase

On some staircase
in some house,
in some town without name,
a child is crying.

Adults tell the child Stop it!
and What’s the matter?
And how long is it going to squeak,
and bother us, this little Ungrateful?

Because, the adults cannot stand sobbing.

It remains them of the staircase
of their childhood,
in a distant and long ago nonexistent
houses and towns.

And then, the child stops crying
and all tell him Good boy!
And, See, isn’t it better
to laugh instead to cry?

And the child cannot endure sobbing
in the presence of adults.
But, the child’s inside sobbing
continues all his life.