No, Kid, I Don't Have Any Advice to Offer

I have no intention of trying to get him
To stop being foolish.  Joy and foolishness
Are intertwined.  As the years pile on him,
Like slabs of pig iron, he'll slowly grow
Wiser, and his buoyant spirits won't hold
Up.  They'll be ground to dust by the burdens
Of care and awareness, and he'll be
Diminished, bleak and bent over the way
That I am.  That happens to everyone.  
I want no part of bringing it early to him.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-18 at 00:09

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