Youth Awaiting Age
YOUTH AWAITING AGE
Breaking light begins the day,
Dewdrops glisten and dance.
Sunbeams play on his babyfine hair.
He's a butterfly lighting on this toy then that.
He's singing and swinging and spinning around.
An airplane, a G.I.Joe, a dragon, green.
A gentle breeze tickles his face.
His giggles fill the air.
He stops, listens, hears the tap of a cane.
It's the sound for which he's been waiting.
Scampering to the edge of his young world,
With plans and dreams, he watches, waits.
Days light now begins to dim.
The earth dry and crusty.
His gray hair brittle, course.
A tortoise moving slow, determined.
He is bent and weary and weathered.
The wind makes him shiver.
Pulling his jacket close,
His coughs fill the air.
He smiles when he hears the joyful laugh
For that is why he has come.
Each day brings them closer together
Until finally they will meet forever.
Ruby Jean Sanders
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