Music: Who Is at My Window Weeping.
|Twenty-one is ready to begin,
Wistfully the warden of her youth.
Emancipated fully from the child,
No longer needing to be kept or wild,
The new adult looks homeward now with ruth,
Yearning for a time no time has been.
Only in her heart exists that truth,
Nor good nor bad, though weathering within,
Each day more distant, treasured, lost, reviled.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon