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.