The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it robs one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
Tagore ~ Gitanjali
Afterthoughts... 
This sentiment is beautifully expressed, and appropriate. š
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Oft forgotten master of his craft….;) Hugs!
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Would rob him of his childhood and the ability to be a great adult. Beautiful image.
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Indeed, Peter! Thanks.
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