Chrysalis Poem by Bryan Taplits

The times they arise-
even though long gone
No longer are we young and inept,
No longer are our scrabblings as dense
No longer need we cry as we wept.
We spring out of our inner shell
that imprisoned us when we were young,
To grab at clouds and sing our songs
Those tunes that have yet to be sung.
We recall all of our narrow youths-
and those who are now all lean,
and wonder why we had trivialized them before-
Before those dreams had grown up to be teens.
But now we see
All life is like this growing up
Each stage has its varied and winded sighs,
As we spread our wings (and, thank God, other things) -
To discover we are all butterflies.