Seed

No more that sapling who
grew from the seed 
   dropped
from the towering oak 
   thriving in a shadow
nurtured in the humus and loam
   of her base

Now cursed for a shadow 
   cast
The aged are belittled and met
   with rolled eyes and twisted lips
The wait will embitter
The realization will dawn
   as saplings grow,  
cast their own seed, 
   then shadows