It is only when we come of age

that we realize the deficiency

of the seed that formed us.

Had we known of our frailty earlier,

we might have prepared better

to suffer.  But as silly infants

we were fondly given to think

that we were meant only for health

and happiness.  So when we suddenly

discover our flawed inheritance,

how can we own up to our woe?



our children,

heirs to our flaws and sorrows,

noticing their own incompleteness

come of age

to take our place in the world.


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