TELL THE CHILDREN WE'RE NO GOOD 2 Poem by Leonard Nolens

Tell the children we're no good.
Tell the daughter who twirls in her sleep
That a dreamt waltz isn't a job, tell
Her the giddy flourish of three-four time
Will cripple her feet. We taught her to walk once,

Live our life slowly, proceeding with caution.

Time is too short to waste it on dancing:
Instead we worship God's law of the clock,
The zone of reality that's navigable.
We must spare our loved one the pain
Of swans enmeshed in a lake full of tutus.