A Lament With eyes that once Held the spark of suns And lips that spilled Gems from unspoilt gums I watched in proud fascination Your growth Your passion… O wayward child, O wilful babeWe aned from milk ! now "enom you cra"e# I must say that And it is true Yo ur change it did $tem from me too And thusly I present of myself %y back &or lashing O wayward child O wilful babe weaned from milk now "enom you cra"e I sit and watch, I stand and gape' And worried, I, %yself did hate (ntil I did with clarity $ee you And not me O wayward child O wilful babe you chose your ilk… Yo u, I cannot sa"e )arl!Anthony Hines *+-./
