ALL WE ARE NOT

It doesn't take many careless phone calls
To break that sweet woman's heart into two.
We young fools think the text reads fine - though small -
"So send it!" we rush for something to do.
Bats aren't blind, but impetuous youth is,
With its 'look at this knowledge' and tooth rot.
You remember Nelson's lion, her kiss;
A careful call of hope - all we are not.