Living and Learning
The world is wide
And lovely, dear,
And you are good,
And strong, and true,
But I as yet
Am young, untested;
Each thing to me
Is something new.
I am only a child, my dear.
Ill-matched, my words
To what I know
And foolishly
I often speak.
Flighty my whims
And forgetful, I,
And gaeity
I wrongly seek.
I am only a child, my dear.
The robe I wear
Is artlessness,
Simple and green,
Of worthiness last;
Yet you would fain
Love, keep, and teach.
Rebuke me gently,
Pardon I ask.
I am only a child, my dear.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world