Concerns of the youth are disproportionate

To the goals in life to which they relate

They have some extraordinary objectives

Which quite often do not relate to electives



So they're torn between - I want, and, I must

And this makes a hole big enough for a bus

To drive thru and park itself with room spare 

Whilst its driver goes around collecting fares



If we deal with our offspring in ways to show

We are concerned, and, wanting them to glow

In everything they should choose to embark on

Then those choices should bring happy songs



For then they will focus in just one direction

And lose track of things without complexion

Finally arriving in full flower and with petals

Reaching out to soak in rays and all metals



The elements of life without which we die

For we need to absorb all pieces of the pie

The ones which are full of sweetened fruit

And the ones which provide us with suits



Which we then wear proudly on our bodies

For learning has kept us from being shoddy

As we've opened up our minds to kindness

And this has kept us from near blindness ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

8:15pm Tues. feb. 24th, 1998