The young shall grow; I will say
When I recall the moments of clay
The big ones played some time ago;
Oh sweet memories, never let go.
These tall trees were once little
I didn’t plant, but my small kettles
Watered stems and roots till they grew
Their true reflections, I always knew…
Rewinding time, I had no hairs on jaws
And for fun, ignorantly I broke laws
Precision, I describe all smells in air
At the mirror, breeze blew my grey hairs…
Spilling my candies and sprinkles
Then I saw a trace of wrinkle;
I watched many kids grow in time
Funny how I skipped noticing mine.