Ghosts are for the telling, <br />We call them experts and impressive, <br />As more of them appear from the woods. <br /> <br />Ghosts have understood us for the rules, <br />So that mastering is a problem and real; <br />Our mothers want us to comply and so they result. <br /> <br />Each ghost is great in beauty, <br />Full of foolish whims and ideas, <br />Their wish is to comprehend us, even to master us. <br /> <br />A little ghost is no liar, but one of them, <br />And that degree is hidden, <br />For we strive to alienate it as much as we can. <br /> <br />The baby is asleep, the ghosts do weep, <br />And I am fast away in slumber; <br />Much are ghosts to do the enormous chatter before they die.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-are-for-the-telling/
