To A Crying Baby Poem by David Mitchell

What is it that ails you, as young as you are?
Through a sea full of sorrows you must travel far,
Before all is over; what troubles you, child,
Why was it you cried when we wished that you smiled?

Are you hungry, or thirsty, or weary, or lost?
By the storm-winds of life are you violently tossed?
Are you frightened of life, are you frightened to die?
If so, I cannot blame you, for you are as I.

(1st February,2006; pub.8th January,2009.)