Childhood Waits
When born as old
then aging young
Youth before us
with laughter sung
Each day better
than one before
Sick or senile
the past absorbs
Born decrepit
our weakness shows
A mother’s milk
of hope to grow
As childhood waits
the future plays
Where years befriend
—each passing day
(Septa R5: January, 2024)
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