The date says I am 21,
Few years once were many.
“In 9 more you’ll be 30 son;
In less I was a daddy.”
This slideshow sequence — strange to see
Myself from way back when.
I wonder what makes that child be me?
What links me now with me back then.
Familiar stranger/old friend:
In 9 more years will I still see,
When I look back upon me now,
A distant child that’s somehow me?
Yet freezing time is wistful fear,
Potential must Become:
As chrysalis; then spreading wings;
To be Realized… And no longer young.