The Answers Dangle

When we are young, we do not know

Exactly how our lives will go.

The answers dangle out of reach,

A barrier we cannot breach.

 

Yet as we grow, we grasp at clues

Enticing us to avenues

Which might just lead us to unwind

The skills by which we’ll be defined.

 

It might be music, sports or art

To set a spark to help us start,

Or maybe books or food or math

To lure us down a certain path.

 

Perhaps it’s just the urge to care

For those in need that takes us where

Our nurturing can make a dent

In those whose lacks are evident.

 

Some gravitate to entertain

Or build or mend or drive a train,

While others search but are resigned

To leave their unformed dreams behind.

 

Still, there is always hope that we,

At least to just a small degree,

Will match what DNA’s supplied

To something we can own with pride.