Life is like the milkweed pod;
Head in the air, roots in the sod,
Tender in youth, stiffer with age,
Little in green, older in beige.
Seeds are like years, sprinkled to the wind,
The start known; unknown the fluffy end.
Life is like the milkweed pod.
-eab, 10/82
Written while at Christ College and Academy,Friendsville,Tennessee