Care like a poet`s work
My care you wear now . . . As on paper
the poet`s work . . . is for all the world
to see
My care you wear now . . . As on paper
the poet`s work . . . is for all the world
to see
It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away