Age

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

From the sheer cliff face
An eager seedling rises
Grasping at the sun

Darkness enshrouds me
While subtle forces gently
Send me toward the light

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now

A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me