Young. <br />I watched the candle burn. <br /> <br />It’s fascination <br />two little flames <br /> <br />burning in my eyes. <br /> <br />Tell my Dad <br /> <br />I want <br /> to enter <br /> <br />into the flame <br /> <br />become <br />the thing <br /> <br />be <br />the flame <br /> <br />not just know it <br />but be it. <br /> <br />He laughs. <br /> <br />“Either you’re a poet <br />or you’re mad. <br /> <br />I grow up <br />to be <br /> <br />a mad poet.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vocation-for-scarlett/
