A Waiting Path

Many children, likely most,
Don’t have the slightest clue
Of how their grown-up selves will be
Or what they’d like to do.

The childhood years, in school and camp,
Will open many eyes
And steer some in directions
That might startle or surprise.

Yet there are those who, very young,
Can see a waiting path,
Who know exactly what they want
And figure out the math

To get them ready to embark,
With tools that they might need,
In hopes that they will have support
And that they will succeed.

It’s satisfying when I read
Or hear of someone who
Accomplished what, in childhood,
Was the future that he knew.