Poem Hunter
BG (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)


Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because
it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are
ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles
through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they
call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?

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Hey Bob, I know you believe that Christ died for your sins, but did he die for the people who haven’t sinned? I know you’re going to say that everyone sins. But that’s not true because what about babies? They haven’t sinned yet, so maybe Christ preemptively died for them because he knew they’d eventually get around to sinning, and so it’s a kind of retroactive deal. Now that I think of it, I realize that babies DO sin, like when they cry for no apparent reason and get on everyone’s nerves. One time I was on this flight to Dallas (Don’t ask me why I went to that sorry town) and there was a baby three rows behind me that would not stop wailing. I finally walked back to the mother and told her to shut that sinning baby up pronto! She looked at me horrified and I realized I was staring into the eyes of Satan. Well, in this case it was Mrs. Satan, and she was holding a sobbing little satanic baby.