19

19.
(Edward Estlin Cummings)

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
old if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if ist’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young 

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the shy over him with one smile