Small breathing thing, I see your face

And, terrified, I turn away.

Yours is the future - for a space -

How can I help? What can I give?

Time has not taught me how to live.

The world can hold so much for you -

Laughter, love, and tenderness

Surround you now, your heritage;

But for how long I cannot guess.

There are so many people who

(Blindly sure of right & wrong)

Will not stop to think of you.

They may destroy all I can give

And yet - I'm glad you are to live.