Don't Look Back in Anger ___ AKSHR

Don't Look Back in Anger

 

Children are like wet cement whatever falls on them makes an impression:

 

a slap, a kiss, a tsk, a sigh; whatever falls on them makes an impression:

 

a story told in the dark before sleep, or whispered across the day;

 

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Without their knowing it, they are being shaped.

Whatever falls on them makes an impression:

a song that comes from nowhere and goes everywhere, sings itself out of the radio;

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

The sound of the typewriter keys fall like raindrops tapping on your head:

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

 

Muddy footprints in the kitchen, the smell of a wet dog;

whatever falls on them makes an impression:

a story told in the dark before sleep, or whispered across the day;

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Without their knowing it, they are being shaped.

Whatever falls on them makes an impression:

a slap, a kiss, a tsk, a sigh; whatever falls on them makes an impression:

a song that comes from nowhere and goes everywhere, sings itself out of the radio;

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

The sound of the typewriter keys fall like raindrops tapping on your head:

whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Muddy footprints in the kitchen, the smell of a wet dog;

whatever falls on them makes an impression:

a story told in the dark before sleep, or whispered across the day; whatever falls on them makes an impression.

 ___ AKSHR