He woke in the morning, a bright day in June, knowing he needed to be out quite soon,

When our fellow human beings start to ail, and fail, and fall,

I am older than my parents were When they were young. In innocence of youth they met, And song of their love was sung.

In the view from where I sit, light pours in from one side; Shapes and shadows, living plants, with books and table, patterned wall,

The foundations of our lives were cast in infancy, from birth and childhood, nurturing and knowing,