you know ... They all say sight Is the first to go When youth gives way To age and the young Grow old and forget. But look through the eyes And hear it on the tongue Of a child And monsters are everywhere; Behind every closet door, Reaching from under every Lengthy bed skirt And laughing in every shadow. A child With eyes so new And freshly forged in the fire Can see them clearly And know them well, But the old Whose eyes are rusting, And whose fires have grown cold. Lose sight and forget, They forget their childhood, They forget the nightmares, And see only what the light can hold.