Another Answer

What I once passed without seeing

may stand before me later

and ask for another answer.

 

The boy wants to become a man,

the man wants to remain the boy

and between them

the same word keeps changing.

 

Still, when the evening is over,

I would like to have done some good

without having to make myself

important in it.

 

And tomorrow, perhaps,

I will understand good differently.

Perhaps I should.

 

For what use is a life

that only becomes better

at remaining what it was?