Poem for Youth

2 0 00

Poem for Youth

Raindrops

On the crumbling walls

Of tradition,

Sunlight

Across mouldy pits

Of yesterday.

Oh,

Wise old men,

What do you say

About the fiddles

And the jazz

And the loud Hey! Hey!

About the dancing girls,

And the laughing boys,

And the brilliant lights,

And the blaring joys,

The firecracker days

And the nights⁠—

Love-toys?

Staid old men,

What do you say

About sun-filled rain

Drowning yesterday?