Saturday, May 16, 2015
Poem for a Boy
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!