WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?

Where are the children I once knew
    who needed my advice?
Where have they gone? Perhaps along,
    left to their own device.

I miss those wide believing eyes
    and mouths that fell agape
When eare I stretched a fact or two
    about our human fate.
And when, in course, they would repeat
    such when their mother's near,
She would intently nod her head
    and say, “Yes, that’s right dear.”

I shall wait and within time
    they may, per chance, return
To seek such knowledge, as I have
    and once again to learn.

But if they should not return,
    then I shall not remorse
For, perhaps, I have done my job
    to set them on their course.

Still it would please me to know,
    they need me one more time
For some advice or opinion,
    at least on where to dine.

 Robert E. Browne

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