The Young At Heart

You’re one of The Mortals To whom others are “Empty Bottles” You have risen now and again, Degrees bagging to your own again At all analyses “Very Good!” And at Evaluation “Oh! My God!” Often, The First to be Understood, No frustrated use of bullying rod. Still need you to set yourself apart By being The Proverbial Young at Heart: Voice for infant’s frame of mind; I have in mind the toddler just behind Your sweetly playful Four-Year-Old Son About to a game start in The Sun … For that is when in you The presence of God holds true. And you become truly a mortal To whom another is Empty Bottle.