At seven, we wonder, and move things about.
At seventeen, we just try to get out.
At twenty-one, we begin to pursue.
At twenty-five through fifty, we do.
At fifty-one we begin to rule.
And after we’ve built and we’ve ruled, we rest
And decide that the days long gone by were the best
When our parents were building, and their parents ruled.
This we determine at seventy-two.
Now which perspective is actually true?
I think it’s the one that we own while we do.
While we grapple with present necessities,
And our children store up memories.
–Poem by Rani Kaye, June 17, 1989
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