My wish is that these tall street poles-
(So marred by time they scarcely glow)
Would regenerate there light,
And re-acquaint themselves with night,
As to reveal this daunting road.

The first part of my walk was day,
I didn’t need to know a way-
For the sun which wet the sky,
Illuminated each street sign,
In a flowing golden blaze.

Oh! That time was so far back,
My baby teeth weren’t gone (in fact) ,
Until I was whisked away,
To march within a man's brigade-
And struggle just to keep intact.

We like to call our reason “Light”,
But as for me, I name it “Night”,
For every viewpoint, and decision,
Requires there own uncertain revisions-
In a truly adult life.

Lazarus Knix

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