Wings of adulthood grown, now I can fly
And will sing myself loud into each day.
Early elation comes easily, - - trying
To grow up too soon though loses the way
It takes time to learn the language of life.
Just enough lifetime to teach free thinking.
So here I stand, nakedly clean, priceless
Waters now tested, my feet on the brink,
Clean sheeted, my bedrock of yesterday
Still lingers on, but now a child I am not.
Uncalled for scheming is swept all away.
How to be glad to be me not forgot.
As yesterday's child I shall take a bow.
Adventure in life I will find somehow.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-s-child/
