And so you cry for her, and the poem falls to the page <br />As if it knew all along that what we make of ourselves we take <br />From one another's hearts - tearing and shouting until we learn <br />How awkwardly, upstairs and behind shut doors we are born <br />Already owing interest on what we have borrowed from the world<br /><br />Hugo Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-these-lines/
