To give life you must take life, <br />and as our grief falls flat and hollow <br />upon the billion-blooded sea <br />I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed <br />with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures <br />lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes. <br />Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow <br />did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be <br />young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. <br />I hated you when it would have taken less courage <br />to love.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-sparrow/
