Hide me with my wondering
Tell me it's a pang
Give the trees a melody
Sing it with your hands
Steal into woken thought
Gibe with all your woes
Listen to the hungry mouths
Applaud to tender foes
Lie your way to lovers bliss
Chase within those lights
A gift of sorrow set amiss
By voices raised in plight
Strip your mind of all its ease
For that will be your cue
To close the chambers of your heart
And lose all that is new
A simple word will only do
To children given time
For in my world I have but one clue
And that's to make a rhyme.
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