Childhoods End
All creatures seek
another of their kind
It is that simple and complex
But what is kindred to the mind
Childhoods end reflects
When words are said and done
Love is never young
From nakedness to nakedness
We cloth ourselves with words
burn our lips with meaning
and our fingers grasp
Love when it grows old
When words have long since failed
and try to touch forever
Copyright 04/30/90 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon