My wish is that these tall street poles- <br />(So marred by time they scarcely glow) <br />Would regenerate there light, <br />And re-acquaint themselves with night, <br />As to reveal this daunting road. <br /> <br />The first part of my walk was day, <br />I didn’t need to know a way- <br />For the sun which wet the sky, <br />Illuminated each street sign, <br />In a flowing golden blaze. <br /> <br />Oh! That time was so far back, <br />My baby teeth weren’t gone (in fact) , <br />Until I was whisked away, <br />To march within a man's brigade- <br />And struggle just to keep intact. <br /> <br />We like to call our reason “Light”, <br />But as for me, I name it “Night”, <br />For every viewpoint, and decision, <br />Requires there own uncertain revisions- <br />In a truly adult life.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-57/
