The Answers Dangle
When we are young, we do not know
Exactly how our lives will go.
The answers dangle out of reach,
A barrier we cannot breach.
Yet as we grow, we grasp at clues
Enticing us to avenues
Which might just lead us to unwind
The skills by which we’ll be defined.
It might be music, sports or art
To set a spark to help us start,
Or maybe books or food or math
To lure us down a certain path.
Perhaps it’s just the urge to care
For those in need that takes us where
Our nurturing can make a dent
In those whose lacks are evident.
Some gravitate to entertain
Or build or mend or drive a train,
While others search but are resigned
To leave their unformed dreams behind.
Still, there is always hope that we,
At least to just a small degree,
Will match what DNA’s supplied
To something we can own with pride.
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