Poem-A-Day: Day 426

Ship of Fools

Believe what is 
spinning.
Flowers, trees,
encapsulating, spinning.
The class didn't know:
one, one, two, two, two, four.
The class didn't know. 
Poor soul,
the fools so precious and cruel/

Try to imagine
dreaming.
See what is spinning.
The baby didn't know that: 
two and two were four.
The baby so young, so uncertain.
Suffer children,
a poor ship precious and cruel.

You know
that one and one and two
was the baby,
the class uncertain.
Little children,
a poor ship of fools.

Why is life cruel?
Sail on the ship so precious.