From the time the child is born Until the man lives his last morn, From the time the boy learns to fight Until the youth learns what is right, The individual life has many dimensions, But is really a transient intervention Into a world of billions of years and of men All running quickly towards that one Construction of a perfect fulfilling end Which will never be done. Haste! Time is something he shouldn’t waste! He makes an impression: He teaches other men a useful lesson: He learns an unknown comprehension. There is much such work not done.
June 1970