Captains Of Their Bedrooms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Adolescent tears stolen to the ravaged
Cheeks of crocodiles:
Look how they are smiling, slanted on the bank:
The whole classroom is smiling,
Even though there are no windows,
Or roses on my desk:
This is the time they are in now, pretty finks
Like adolescent jasmine:
They will bloom like canaries into the carnival,
And then they will disappear-
The metamorphosis of the juvenile stations,
Captains of their bedrooms,
Matriculating; but what will they change into:
What hope do they have
With their ships melting or, who will they hold
Hands with
Will they ever make it outdoors to see has
The charade of their tears,
To see who blooming for them ceaselessly
The emotional clock that makes no room for
Tardiness and he is smiling,
And shedding their tears, though their hours are
Still so young.