Thursday, February 10, 2011

Good times

It is the child
In the house
Who looks
At the hands
Of guests
Happy if they have
Brought sweets
Toys or new clothes ---
When he grows up
He finds the person
He looked forward to
Has turned into a critic
Spouting words of advice
Asking too many questions
About his grades
Goals, future plans
Every time leaving behind
A bouquet of fear
For the parents
Already growing grey with worry --
The fortune-teller
Who comes to his door
And predicts only good times
Is much more welcome.

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