Fullness Of Time Poem by Paul Reed

"Tall oaks from little acorns grow;
And though now I am small and young,
Of judgment weak and feeble tongue,
Yet all great, learned men, like me
Once learned to read their ABC."

From ‘Lines Written For A School Declamation' by David Everett, written for Ephraim H. Farrar, aged 7

Your adult thinking has been debased, hollowed-out
By days of drudgery
By defeats
By worry that gnaws away
And leaves wisdom a husk;

My mind is pure but quiet
Like a stream set in grassy banks
Wending its way devotedly, slowly,
Not deflected from it's task,
Not worrying about it's destination,
But knowing it is set for a greater world
In the fullness of time.