Tied Hands Poem by Imogene Wagner

I know so many things
of wisdom's way,
How to avoid the hurt
and save the heart
from too wild hoping.

I have learned many things
by growing older;
But tonight I know
how much I do not know.

Because my crying baby
is a man grown ten,
Crying still,
low stifled now,
For the things of life,

And I do not know how to
appease his wanting,
And I cannot give the thoughts
that save the hurting,
And I cannot say “Hope not”
For this is living!