Songs


Because I am
A child,
I cannot write
Of age,
Or the act
Of growing old?

Because I am
Pure,
I cannot write
Of love,
Or the act
Of loving?

Because I am
Young,
I cannot write
Of pain,
Or the act
Of burning?

Because I am
Tender,
I cannot write
Of heartache,
Or the act
Of weeping?

Because I am
Fresh,
I cannot write
Of Death,
Or the act
Of dying?

Because I am
A voice,
I will sing
Of Earth,
And Heaven,
And Hell.

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Something of the struggle and vocation of a poet.