Poetry Month 2010 #29

I wrote this in haste, and scheduled for later publication. If I have time and energy, I will rethink it. But no promises…

the baby stood uncertainly
looked around from new heights
and sat down suddenly

the child walked admiring the sights
learning more than books
sleeping without fear sans lights

the teen gave parents dirty looks
but secretly admired
the limits and returned to books

the adult was tired
and sat down wearily
to read the news before it expired

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