I once had a child
with eyes of tomorrow,
which made just as much sense.
But he blew all his fuses;
he was too intense,
and he never saw darkness,
which was all he wished.

Who he was changed daily,
a dress-up box of sons.
Some wore daddy's shoes; some wouldn't tidy their rooms;
some were too stick to stand.
Each one I loved.

When I walked him home
we went a different route;
one I once knew.
It was no shorter,
it was no longer,
but it was a diamond of time.

Why think of a finish line
while you're still tumbling on?
You've got all the hours
of life.