'Tis Not Too Late To Seek A Newer World Poem by Drew Johnson

Eight feet stumbled in the Darkness
Of night, completely covering
The small, painted feet leading
Us to our old world.
We were Titans among the
Child-sized buildings, trying not to disturb
Those sacred monuments of
Childhood.
But once our feet touched the mulch covered ground,
All worry and care disipated.

We became astronauts, rocketing
Off towards the inky blackness,
Scattered with pinpoints of light
That long ago were far away,
unreachabe worlds full of adventure;
We were the Columbus of our
Time!

And so, we set sail
With Dr. Heidegger to seek
The second-chance-giving waters
Of the Fountain of Youth
And that golden bastion of dreams,
El Dorado;
All searched for, but never found.

We stood atop the walls of Jericho,
On the seventh day, six times passed,
Shouting to the heavens,
Lines from Tennyson's Ulysses,

And we saw the Great Achilles, whom we knew
To accompany us in the fight
Against all perils
And in the heroic battles of Old,
Join us once again for one
Last fight!

We huddle together at Thermopylae.
While the oppressors of freedom charged,
Free boys fought for Innocence,
Where no one else would try!

Eight feet came to a halt.
We knew our Time was at a close,
As we looked over
The precipice into adulthood;
We took a last look into
The world that we knew,
So safe and sheltered in its innocence,

But each was his own Atlas now,
And we turned with reluctance;
But also,
With brave faces,
And took the winding path,
Under the bath of all the western stars,
Towards the rising sun.