THE FUTURE
Looking down I smile and see
The face of the future,
Looking up at me.
Her hair is soft, as is her smile,
And I stop to drink
It in a while.
She really doesn't know - or care
Just why I'm smiling,
Or why I stare.
And although I may soon be gone
The world has her to
Continue on.
The future? She is only three
But can even put
A smile on me!
--Charlie Gould*
*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."
©1998 Charlie Gould