|Twenty-one is ready to begin,|
Wistfully the warden of her youth.
Emancipated fully from the child,
No longer needing to be kept or wild,
The new adult looks homeward now with ruth,
Yearning for a time no time has been.
Only in her heart exists that truth,
Nor good nor bad, though weathering within,
Each day more distant, treasured, lost, reviled.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon