God has pity on kindergarten children,
He pities school children — less.
But adults he pities not at all.
He abandons them,
And sometimes they have to crawl on all
In the scorching
To reach the dressing station,
Streaming with blood.
But
He will have pity on those who love
And take care of
And shade
Like a tree over the sleeper on the public bench.
Perhaps even we will spend on
Our last pennies of
Inherited from mother,
So that their own happiness will protect
Now and on other days.
