Should we applaud
or should we weep
as into life
our offspring creep
With shaded eyes
and turned off ears
they stumble now
and errors heap
Full of life
eager to love
feeling alone
and open to strife
Impatience rising
idealism high
on the edge
of the umbilical knife
Copyright 1996 CARA

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