I held out great hopes for you–
But that’s all I think they were,
Like tiny glistening drops of dew
That evaporate without giving
The moisture I need
Your eyes too kind, your tongue too glib:
I know because I share your talent
For unremitting dishonesty.
You need a lesson, but I haven’t the time–
Oh to be young again
With an unfettered soul
And infinity before me
Leaves of Ash 