One starts walking,
On legs four, they say!
On four, the baby crawls,
Then on two, the child totters,
And walks!
Youth and middle age,
Run off on legs, twain!
Lo! It is time for three,
Legs two, and a cane!
These days, six perhaps,
Twin legs, with a walker’s quartet!
At last, it is four,
Yea, an old baby,
Back to crawl anew!
And you watch it all,
And realize, perchance,
This dream person,
This baby, not I,
Witness, I be,
The eternal unborn,
An entire life,
My dream!
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