Child, sweating:

It’s too hot to write!

It’s too hot to write!

Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy,

The day is too hot and bright!

 

Mommy, fretting:

It is hot, child, you’re right.

You may wait until night.

The dark of evening will keep you cool,

And still you’ll be ready for school.

 

Child, squinting:

It’s too dark to write!

It’s too dark to write!

Though cool I may be,

I cannot write if I cannot see!

Daddy, hinting:

Oh child, your concern is great,

But it is not so dark, not so late.

If you wait longer, even less will be seen,

And besides, your laptop has a backlit screen.

Child, crying:

I’m too upset to write!

I’m too upset to write!

You never care about what I must bare,

Now I’m too upset tonight!

 

Mommy and Daddy, dying:

Oh child, we feared you would not learn,

We do not make the night dark, or the sun burn.

But now you finally understand the notion:

You’re only hindered by your own emotion.

 

Man, trying:

I never meant to admit,

All my complaints were just play,

When I wasn’t ready to write.

Sweating and squinting, now I must sit,

Alone every day,

Alone every night.