on Fearing

We are young yet
And knowing for true
That youth is squandered on the young
We are wise enough to see it
And young enough to guess
        That there is still time
Perhaps not for all our dreams
But time enough
For the ones that matter
Time enough for the ones that
Rarely see light of day
~The ones we tuck perpetually
Into bed,
        "Shhh now, go to sleep little one,
                    Your time will come..."

And when time has come
Will we throw open windows...
And let our dearests
Drink in the fresh, bright day?
Will we encourage our dearests
To run through the grass
        And play?
Will we sit back
And let our hearts desire
Have its day in the sun?
Or will we
In our wise, age’d youth
Caution prudence
And tuck our dreams
        Safely back in bed?


ELAshley
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