Move Along
Those smiles intertwined with a bit of fear
And mothers combing down that bit of hair
And fathers knowing more than a bit of cheer
And brother sweating as the tie bites his neck.
He’s done well on years of books, essays, tests
His gown is draped in ropes reserved for the best
Of the class. His smile, again, tries to be fearless.
But his eyes can barely see what’s coming next.
It’s hard to believe that it will all be gone
In a matter of days and weeks it will all move on.
Homeroom, Homework, HomeEc will all get along.
Then he will stay up late, sleeping way past daybreak.
And the worries, the waterfalls ahead on this unknown
River, the lightning strikes from clouds in blown
From storms he knew would never have shown
In the covered, sheltered security of his home.
They’ll come, those worries, on both sides of the day
In the morning in the long shower he’ll stay
In the night at the crevice of a book he wants to toss away
Now they’ll come, those worries will blanket him.
It’s hard to believe, through those smiles and laughs
That we all will be wishing for things of the past
In days to come, after the heat of summer’s blast
He’ll move along, alone, to a life that will be his own.
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