The Infant New Year stands in the Doorway
For all the World, fresh faced and Innocent.
Tightly Clutched in his eager little hand;
A Lunchbox daubed with Olaf from \'Frozen\';
And Pen, Pencils, Exercise Book ready
For the Journal of Days to be Noted.
A Ruler for measuring Times quick feet;
And a Clean Handkerchief neatly folded -
For there will be many a scraped knee; felt;
Or the Running Stream of Joyous Salt Tears.
How small he looks and unwary of strife ;
To the Rough and Tumble of Times harsh school ;
With the long days journey from Child to Man;
Naive dreams to Realitys waking.
For that was once me in a Lightning Blink;
Starting my Education with bright eyes:
\'One day at a time with the falling Sand\'.
Those guiding Words of my Father still clear.
Oh! Such are the thoughts of his aged Parent;
Now tired and Weary and ready to Rest;
And Wizened and Deep grey with Creaking Bones
Ready to join his Ancestors long dead.