“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden sky,
“How you go on, by and by.
For you do not know which way to go.
My, how you travel on so.”
For I replied to the leaden sky,
“You are correct, I cannot lie.
I do not know which way to go
If I go the wrong way, please tell me so.”
“My child, lie down and look up at me,
For I am dark and heavy, can’t you see?
Come, child, lie down, at any rate,
It is now time for you to accept your fate.”
So I did as I was told to do,
And lay down beneath that leaden sky.
I accept my fate, for this is true,
And I now I must bid this world good-bye.
P
by Rachel Steinberg, ’09