When we were young we learned to share
Those early years taught one to care
For lives sometimes can be quite brief
Each bears some semblance to a leaf
That’s born upon the family tree
And tethered there for all to see.
While some may shrivel and grow sere
Still others flee from life severe
As those who cling to that last hope
Within the darkness try to grope
The time is soon, the need is clear
Take hold your roots and face your fear !
Claire V. Bogdanos 