There are those, of whom there are many, who
let life light of the present disappear
in black hole of child memory taboo,
and live dark in a life of unknown fear.
There are those, of whom there are a few, who
let life light of the present radiate
in wormhole of child memory review,
and live light that life won’t asphyxiate.
The many, fearful, defiant and grim,
forever lay blame on one another.
The few, face fear and life’s undying whim,
ever aflame with humorous candor.
Many deny past and so live just there,
few embrace it and so live everywhere.