To Be Much Younger Than I Am
If I could be much younger than I am,
with my time in life as yet too brief
to give me evidence and cause
to change my views.
If views I held.
I would know such simple ways to right the world
and all the people and injustice in it.
I’d have such certainty of right and wrong,
old failures disregarded,
that all my eyes would see of times to come
would be my hopes,
and of my past,
I could show my strength of will
with lines drawn deep in evening sands
and cancelled by each morning’s tide.
And the loss of every latest, greatest love
would be forgot
whenever dark eyed interest
was sidelong glanced my way.