You barely see them
staring out of bus windows
anymore.
It's a digital age
with digital youth
and a sinking world
spinning around them.
The last thing a child needs
in their American life
is poetry.
Not Howl,
nor Rime of the Ancient Mariner,
But a lifetime of limericks
and one liners.
Emoji filled,
and responded to quickly.
It may seem lost
in public sight.
But I know a truth.
I see a light in the darkness.
The distance flickers with an unmistakable glint.
There will always be a room.
A safe haven.
Away from the maddening crowd.
And wars over coffee cups.
And in that room,
there will be another.
Always questioning,
and feeling way. too. much.
And they will pick up a pen.
And solve the world's problems
from within.
And I, in turn,
will find definition,
and purpose.
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