grown up

no simple set of words could now relate
what we have learned and what all of it means
our thoughts and hopes aren't worth a hill of beans
and all our anguish seems to come too late
the things that most we want we here debate
as if we were no more than little weans
playacting all the time as kings and queens
subjected to no laws save those of fate
the limits of our day are not so clear
that we can't moan and chatter as they come
just knowing that too soon we mount the train
for now we walk about and take the air
hoping that things will not add to the sum
and we may dance and play before the rain