The World Is So Sweet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So young as to be in kindergarten;
Or so young again as to be here and mouthing off,
And lighting off fireworks,
While Alma falls down to sleep again with her man another
Night- the man she says she wants to be with,
But I will see her tomorrow
And get to show off my new Virgin’s of Guadalupe;
But I already know what the N on her hands stands for:
I already know the answer, and the world is so sweet,
But it does not belong to me.