|Twenty-two's the edge of the abyss:|
Welfare over, Medicaid to end.
Each waif must wander henceforth on her own,
Not wholly, but essentially alone,
There being need to earn what one would spend.
Years of dreaming have come down to this:
The sculpting of the self in selfless stone,
Working by the light of one's own bliss,
On which, like nothing else, one can depend.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon