But Not For Me

I watch the little child
Place her tiniest finger
Trustingly, in the mother's hand
And walk by, along with her.

I notice the woman lean,
Sway, imperceptibly, toward
The man walking beside her,
As they walk slowly, forward.

I see the old woman put,
On her son's shoulder, a hand like
A nervy, wrinkled, brown wire,
Racing past me on their bike.

Trust - sheer, immense trust,
Something so elusive, sadly.
I wish - I really wish; But I know -
It's for everyone, but not for me.