Bright Child
(old man’s poem)

Bright Child
tangled up from birth
was it a mistake
what is one life worth

so soon
is all we have
starts and mess and ends
nothing left but laughs

but never cruel if sometimes black
always loved but wisdom lacked
now i am old and you are gone
and it is all too often

nothing left but tears
starts and ends and fears
may love be what you find
silent mind

glad that you were born
happy accident
don’t wear your shoes too tight
Bright Child