a plea for no excuses

the youth retreats too long into the child
we smile but we must speak and not be slow
each one knows well how long he has to go

the messages in a huge heap are piled
and now we have to watch out for the crow
the youth retreats too long into the child

by sweet inanities we aren't beguiled
there are some things it is so plain to know
we send you out into that constant flow
the youth retreats too long into the child