Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Child of his time

with apologies to Rosemary Dobson

The world is yours, and you must take
Your making, breaking, shaping way;
That instant when the cord was cut
Ended my brief imperial sway.
All that is done. Now evey step
You take is further still from me
Along your destined path to death,
Light, darkness or eternity.
Child of an age beyond my dreams,
My comprehension, watch or care,
Will you think of me when you set foot
Upon some distant, radiant star?


Virginia said...

What a fine young man. I'd like to shake his hand. Well done and said.

Juddie said...

Wow! What a gorgeous smile! Another beautiful post.