Minister of Reality, Doug (Rabbit) Sutherland
PRISM GLANCES
I saw the little girl again
In that old woman’s eyes!–
The look, the smile, the twinkle that
Belies her aged disguise!
Her eyes are prisms bending time
Back 90 years or more,
And, there she is, a clear-eyed child
Prepared to rise and soar!
My Friend, who loves a boy of two
Declares with certainty,
Through prism glances sees him as
A man of seventy!
His eyes confirm experience
Of decades still unknown!–
Of mended hearts and scattered dreams,
The fruits of seeds unsown!
In every girl of 90 there’s
The child to clearly see;
In every little boy there lives
The lad he’ll someday be!
