March 17th

“Cat’s in the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue,
and the man on the moon.”

I see a young man
were
a boy
used to be.

I hear plans
on how he wants
to live his life—
young philosophies.

I sense our age,
a teenager,
he’ll soon be
no more.

I wonder how often
he’ll come to visit
now that he has his own life
to live for?

2 17 2017