Silence
By Jack Joseph Smith
Kids want to get under your skin
They are growing up any way, they can
Placid is a lake not a mind
Before the child prepare for the child
After all,, it is better to say, latter.
yes, I was a child; to remember it
with anguish,, or whatever it takes,,
to be a child no longer
Cross me now outside myself;
the beauty I have written
Like a sand bag against an overflow,,
many times a child is thrown there
The tool and dye of function for a poet
Toward the end my children have provided me that
So know my material life can stay with me
in the wind ever after
So now this silence is all of the silence
I will ever know