What
happened to the little boy who played so well in the garden, went see-sawing on
the swing—
Watched
the floral beetles and bees swooping down and around and within the bushes and
trees—
Who
lifted up his head and said “Daddy, why is the sun following me?”
What
happened is that the little boy grew up, and became separated from the ones he
loved!
Now
as a man he yelps like a dog, without the slightest embarrassment.
I
ask myself, ‘Is he wide-awake?’
Must
I weep for his sins as well as mine?
Confession
would make him no wiser!
No:
4767/5-13-2015
