Ah! Young mother!

    standing with son,

 

Pray tell us,

    what you have done?

 

Why, the Future, my dear!

    He’s standing right here.

The  Future has barely begun.

 

~

 

And what’s to behold

    for the Future, of old,

like us, who are no longer 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 21 February 2013]