Do we shatter every threshold at the age of twenty-four?
This year of even numbers amidst our growing nests,
beguiling us, enlightened souls, parts of sorted industry.
Their faces seem to glow with knowing and tantalizing thoughts,
ripe with trite, forbidden vows and lessons dealt by living.
As if adults to my dear child, those above who lay command
upon my infant ears and to my misted, doe-y eyes;
they speak and say "wait just a while -
the best has yet to come."