Mourn for the child that has gone into the thicket <br />Tangled and twisted up in its thorns <br />He is lost but still heard amidst the crows scorning <br />Go home will he no more <br /> <br />Mourn for the child who is passed beyond <br />And as a lion upon its prey <br />Knowledge has befallen him <br />His eyes homeward now longingly stray <br /> <br />Weep for the children we were <br />Our selves, as we are <br />People that we’d never have thought we would be <br />We are lost in fluid motion, burdened to be free<br /><br />Shirow Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sorrow-that-knowledge-brings/
