As a Child

As that which lies above, so too does that below. Could not the same trait be shared by both the young and ol’? Frail hands awaiting another; even if only to hold. Each given a role. Each sculpting their mold. As though without rhyme and reason; the space in between the two seems filled with only the time of season. Through the eyes of the young a soul will find bliss and through the eyes of the ol’ a soul sees all that was missed. An ol’ soul is best reminisced through the way which it smiled. Yet, to the universe who isn’t a child? Behold anew leaf To witness; innocence nude From seeds; came the roots 06-29-2022 Like A Child Poetry Contest