Late thoughts in a long life getting shorter

I want to tell you child

The secrets of the universe

How to this, how not to that.


First you will listen, then ignore

You’ll grow your own and call them dreams

You’ll see the world is not as it seems,

Or not and I’ll want to tell you child.


Would that not spoil the unending test

Of your invention, comprehension,

Undermine your self-invention?


Soon you’ll have left the harbour, not soon enough for you,

You’ll be convinced that, come what will, you’ll know what to do,

And I will watch in fear and hope knowing that

I want to tell you child.