Our youngest, now almost thirteen -
For years the fine quintessence
Of industry, ambition - has
A "touch" of adolescence."
He storms - or shuffles - to his tasks,
Extremely gay - or solemn;
He slouches, for there's nothing to
Support his spinal column.
He scans the clock persistently
When practicing his lessons;
He's had the chicken-pox and mumps
And now has adolescence.