Two Views

		The world of possibility
		held in a tiny, wrinkled hand.
		This world will grow as will the child,
		the possibilities expand
		until the day the child is grown
		and knowledge heels at his command.
		The secrets of the universe
		are his at last to understand.

		The world of hard reality
		clutched in an aged, wrinkled hand.
		A lifetime spent in emptiness
		circumventing what was planned.
		Knowledge gained was knowledge lost.
		Supplies exceeded all demand.
		The world of possibility
		was never by the future manned.
			(First published in Enchantments - 2018)

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