The second childhood

The second childhood is where
We go when we lose those
Skills we learned in the
First childhood

The Shadow

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw something near by

Of quite variable height
It was the absence of light

It was a copy of me
As strange as can be

Redeeming Quality

Every day has a redeeming quality
It may only matter just to me

But it’s there whether I find it or not
I don’t always put the key in the right slot

But look For it I must
Or my mind might rust