The Child

“Your children are not your children. 

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

—Gibran

The loneliness of my soul is sad

Sorrow like an arrow pierces my heart

Sorrow drips slowly

Into the streets

Men and women

Stop

As sorrow passes them 

Sighing deeply 

In relief

Today was not 

Their day

Sorrow passed them by.

Only the child 

In them knew

Their time 

Was not

Yet

My saddened soul 

Picked up 

The sorrow

Yet another

Day.