QUARRELLS AND DISAGREEMENTS

This is too hollow and cold

I didn’t ignore it

I just did not agree

What I did was illegal

Not immoral

As a boy

I threw rock at soldiers

I have many passions to be mortified

Many bad habits to correct

And many egotisms to surrender

I seek a glow not a blow

I can give you nothing

But I can take something away

All forms of loneliness

And that is gift enough, if only you know that

It’s not that people don’t have enough

But they always want more