Changing of the Guard

Young ones
are once
and not for long

And, Darling, some get
so very short
a run

in a country of an age
for young guns

canaries sing
hands wring
and record the sums

A fat lady tunes her ear…

new shoots break clear
outgrow old thought
to root the future with

valiant hearts
and open countenance

Young once comes
and brave
tomorrow will take
a lifetime

If you seize today