~

Ah! Young mother!

    standing with son,

 

Pray tell us:

    What you have done?

 

Why, the Future, my dear!

    He’s standing right here.

And the Future has barely begun.

 

~

And what’s to be told

    for the Future of old,

like us, no longer that young?

 

Does the Future behold 

    all that is best?

For the Future is never at rest.

 

~

Well, as I’ve been told,

    it too, will unfold.

For a mother knows her youngster the best.

 

But old Father Time,

    He will unwind,

and the Future will get old

    as the rest.

~

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

Revised 20 June 2013