A child, but a child still
Young without counting years
Old without knowing sweet
Turn now, turn to the young

Troubled child, a child still
With age not a peaceful fancy
March has marched passed once more
Turn now, turn to the young

Peaceful child, a child still
With life not a lifetime visitor
Run, run to find child no more
Tis gone – turn, turn to the young

© 1997 Tim D. Coulter Sr.