Shall I etch an image of innocence?
A sketch of a child, in unbending steel,
with permanent smile and dimpled appeal
enshrined in optimism's ignorance?
A paean to short-sighted indulgence
in fantastic dreams, and youth powered zeal
to carve a new path, away from the real
world of aged and bitter-sweet remembrance?
Better to portray a man of my years
on wear-shined leather scrap that is supple,
though tattered a bit at the edges;
than to hide, behind memory, the tears
of the past and attempt to uncouple
the folly of youth from lifes ravages.