Too late to be fooled
Too early to learn from Spring
Snow burnt grass, ice shy fish
Hard black earth, wind cooled
I have been a fool for lesser things.

Too old to be wooed
Too young to shed these wings
Age crimped eyes, silver hair
Morning tea fresh brewed
I have been a fool for lesser things.

Too tame to be ruled
Too rowdy to be held by rings
Latch held windows, gentle walks
Still not ready to be schooled
To be a fool for lesser things.