maybe

may my heart always be open to 

little birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know 

and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry

and fearless and thirsty and supple 

and even if it’s sunday 

may i be wrong for 

whenever men are right 

they are not young and 

may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
–ee cummings