Member Poem

Didn’t quite realize when she left me;

I kept walking on,

Not knowing she wasn’t following me.

In this world she would be but a misfit,

For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

Trust always by her side,

When the need of the hour was prudence.

She left as the fairy’s wand transformed me,

Robbed me rudely of my childhood;

Bewildered as I was, nothing could be a greater shock,

Not even the advent of adulthood.

It was only later that I realized,

That this journey through which must pass every human,

Robs humanity a wee bit of its sensitivity,

And the world a wee bit of its conscience.

And that has made all the difference!