Understand Me... Poem by Michael Witkowski

Brief child, sing a lullaby to me
make it curt and brief
'cause i stand honesty not

Been waking in the shadows
skiving under lime-trees
mind i shunned the lime-light

Honest night is an early night
or dance and hide in motion
late night tells secrets unwanted

Shallow bones and mammoth bones
All spread on the tiles in disarray
Who picks up this wee mess now

A stupid glance is a glance stupefied
i may learn, swot, do the society chores
but will never understand the rife code