As I walk through the Student Union Building
I see fifteen children, not older than Kindergarten,
standing in line clutching onto a rope with handles attached to it
so they don't get lost.
Their teacher leads them outside, and I stop and watch for a bit.
Time passes, a minute, five, as I watch the future carefully make
its way down the steps and out the glass double doors to the huge lawn,
which is home to a couple strays, running around in their miniature
Nautica winter jackets, speaking their own language which they understand
perfectly.
I smile to myself and I say, this is the future.
This is what I was like three-fourths of my life ago.
These are the people that will guard me when I grow older, and
I can't help but think about
Time that unites us and keeps us together.
Time, everlasting, everflowing,
the future ever approaching, the future is here.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/22/2006
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