The Edens

Sit down son
Try to understand
To be thrown into life, oh so soon
But I know you can succeed
I have faith in you
You must
For the sun here shall no longer rise
Only night and death remain
I too shall remain
Yet with hope
You are to see the sun again
Not here, but far away
Your new Eden
I hope, though so young
You treasure and protect it
And not destroy it
Out of greed and misuse
For someday
You may have this talk with your child
And all the Edens may be used up


Jana Drake
3-8-79
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