"The Lesson": Yes, my fretting, Frowning child, I could cross The room to you More easily. But Ive already Learned to walk, So I make you Come to me. Let go now There! You see? Oh, remember This simple lesson, Child, And when In later years You cry out With tight fists And tears Oh, help me, Godplease. Just listen And youll hear A silent voice: I would, child, I would. But its you, Not I, Who needs to try Godhood.