DASIA

Small person, so alive this while
that you are five.
Alas, too soon you'll be a youthful waif
rife with sighs.
Too shy to ask those why, why, why's
that so delight us now.

Why do we squelch young questing spirits
furiously curious,
where nothing is spurious,
besting every answer with another "why?"

 

Pat Watt, 2000

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