I held it out to him
He cupped his hands together
And I gently placed it in his palms.
As we look at it, we grinned
And we caught each other's eye.
It sits in his hands, innocent and uncorrupted.
But I have left it up to him;
It's his choice what to do with it.
I hope he makes the right one, (last time he didn't).
I lean back in my yellow plastic lawn chair
and wait.
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