Once when I was young
I read about the men on a mission to the moon
how it raised a nation
a people
a planet
to the heavens
and I cried because I couldn’t understand
how it was fifty years on
and we hadn’t gone back
Once when I was young
I read about the bomb in the sky above the city
how it razed a nation
a people
a planet
to the dust
and I cried because I couldn’t understand
how we could do still worse
and yet act like we wouldn’t
Once when I was young
I looked at the adults in a rush around me
wondered how, knowing what used to be, they still smiled
how, knowing what could be, they still dreamed
how, knowing what the world is, they still loved
and I cried because I couldn’t understand
how to face the horizon unflinching
with loss behind and fear ahead
Now that I am older
I still cry
I also smile and dream and love
so that I, knowing what the world is,
can show a watching child how to live—
a child, maybe the same age as I was
once when I was young
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