Yesterday's Child.

Wings of adulthood grown, now I can fly And will sing myself loud into each day. Early elation comes easily, - - trying To grow up too soon though loses the way It takes time to learn the language of life. Just enough lifetime to teach free thinking. So here I stand, nakedly clean, priceless Waters now tested, my feet on the brink, Clean sheeted, my bedrock of yesterday Still lingers on, but now a child I am not. Uncalled for scheming is swept all away. How to be glad to be me not forgot. As yesterday's child I shall take a bow. Adventure in life I will find somehow.