TELL THE CHILDREN WE'RE NO GOOD 4 Poem by Leonard Nolens

Tell the people, tell my relations
And friends I'm no good at relations
And friends. Tell a dead couple who made me
That I stayed ungrateful, implausibly
Phoney, a stranger at every birthday.

A child is ancient. I've lived for so long.

I've been here forever, so much longer
Than you with your threadbare manners, your ladies'
And gentlemen's clothes. I run on ahead
With my rattle, my riddle, I'm too quick for you.
From time out of mind, you've been losing me.