To climb a tree And trace in school I thought beneath me; What a fool! Denying the age Of which I was, Childish rage Remained because I could not be As others were: Endowed with glee As dogs with fur, That is without An effort made. There is no doubt The light will fade If it shines Within a tomb. The head declines Of he whom God “hedged in,” Whose “way is hid.” Where had I been? Beneath the lid.
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Really good. Lots of feeling in this one.