I still play (poem)

When I was a child, I played with my arms, legs and eyes. It was quite fun.

Now that I am older, I still play.
 
My arms became weak of working,
my mind powerful of thinking.
My legs got tired of running,
my patience infinite of waiting.
My eyes turned blind of seeing,
but my heart visible of understanding.

Now that I am older, I still play. And it is still quite fun...

Y.G.