How sad it is upon this day
That childhood soon must fly away
The dearest gift a child may find
Is someone who is of like mind
The search is long, it’s journey fleet
And sometimes it is bittersweet.
Tis better still as we do grow
Into the adult all should know
To leave our wayward cares behind
As need and purpose doth unwind
While hidden there amongst the shoals
Are finer truths and greater goals !
Claire V. Bogdanos 