AS YOU MAKE IT
Your bed
they said
so shall you lie on it
But I found rocks
were kinder than clocks
and did not cry for it
They meant
content
without a sigh in it
But I liked stars
much better than bars
and kept the sky on it
No crown
or down
held me in tie to it
But I dreamed jewels
in the deepest pools
where none could spy on it
They thought
I ought
so I could die in it
But I learned ends
do not make amends
and did not try for it
Some day
I may
know the how and why of it