This growing up is hazards to enmesh
again the learner just escaping free.
The thorn sprang back to pierce the tender flesh.
The road rose up to scar the speeding knee.

This socializing scene has ruts unclean
to snare the weak unsure soon marked with blame.
The word unkind incised deep marks unseen.
The taunt provoked shed tears and inward shame.

This settling down is sorting glad and sad
to fix their proper value and their scope.
The touch reminded both of good and bad.
The sound recalled both fear and fading hope.

Endeavor to set right what comes along,
already having judged so many wrong.

- Robert Stone, 6 May 2012