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1999 POEMS FOR MY DAUGHTERS |
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THE CYCLE
Long hair and a beard confuse onlookers' minds
MINE
And as two pretty small girls
In new dresses look apprehensively
At the crossing
An old man offers sweets
A fat bottomed matron glares and is about to move
I stoop and a small girl runs into my arm
Another, older, grabs my hand
A matron stops and turns back
Ewan Elliott
I DON'T KNOW
What this world may bring
To you as you go through it
Mountains of books to read
Hundreds of kisses to get, maybe
Hands to hold
Adventures to have
Marathons to run
Games to winBusinesses to run and to build up
Wedding rings and clothes
Dreams and Divorces
Children and goats
Smelly little creeps
Butterfly kisses to get
Then goneFly high fly well
For this world is yours now
It is your generation
Remember sometimes who handed it to you
And that others will follow you
But enjoy it
It is yours now.
Ewan Elliott
COPYRIGHT 1999