Anonymous
Last Sun: An Homage to Philip Larkin’s The Trees
The boy is near adulthood
Like a book when it is done;
The last page is the last sun,
What was unknown is understood

Is it that everything’s changed
Except him? No, he changed too.
The effect life has on you
Is not seen until you’ve aged.

Yet still the boy, old and young
Won’t let go of yesterday.
The kid at heart swept away,
A life just begun, begun, begun.