Why is the stare of youth so penetrating,
Because it knows you will wilt,
You can try to look away
But you know what they want.

Their faces glow as yours once did,
Impermeable to the winds of time.
You can growl and pinch at them.
But you know they need your support.

Plant the seeds for trees you will never see,
Clear the nettles and brambles,
But not all of them as each has its place,
Let each ***** themselves but grow.

All trajectories eventually land,
Yours before theirs and maybe softer.
Laugh they will at your assumed wisdom
But when they ground they will know.