A poem inspired by the works of William Blake
The Thing I Can't Lament
While standing in the line
I was waiting to pay my fine
When one no older than four
Hugged my leg from behind
"Come hither, little one."
"Do not disturb the man in black."
Protecting your young,
You saved this one from my "attack".
But the little one would not let go
With a great smile and eyes that glow
"But mommy, he's so cool."
"I just want to know."
And the fearful eyes of experience
Would yield to a child's innocence.
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