All We Are Not

ALL WE ARE NOT

It doesn’t take many careless phone calls
To break that sweet woman’s heart into two.
We young fools think the text reads fine – though small –
“So send it!” we rush for something to do.
Bats aren’t blind, but impetuous youth is,
With its ‘look at this knowledge’ and tooth rot.
You remember Nelson’s lion, her kiss;
A careful call of hope – all we are not.

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