An Untried And Untrue Song Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I was so incredibly young as not to have this constant
Passion to make love, to grow bigger and so forth,
While I could just get up and go out of here, and make it all the
Way to Colorado,
And then answer all of those reasons why you’ve never even
Thought of me:
The school yard like so many places where haven’t we forgotten
How to belong,
The belladonnas tucked away- and by and large we have forgotten
The beauty of the fields, how she answers to no one;
How she at first becomes a colloquialism before taking off all of
Her clothes and then slipping away underneath the flight plans of
Airplanes;
And I wanted this to be something great, but this just turned out to
Be another roller rink with all of the rock candy gone,
Another field trip with all of my misgivings, the warbling of
An untried and untrue song.