Is not sad as you
Say it seems, Sam, not
Sad as you seem, too.
Still, we take your point—
To say, Be thou warmed
And fed is not quite
To be warmed and fed,
A point Schulz made, too.
If all our hearts clenched
Fit to burst with fear
At night, all our claims
To calm would be mocked.
Your heart clenched. You were
Quite right to mock us.
But each of us breaks
In this or that way,
Some hearts, some bones. True,
Hope and guilt don’t help
The flesh not to scream,
And it may be calm
Is just as much luck
Of the draw as wealth.
But if we can be
Calm, we’d like to be.
