i think maybe i am too young to write poems

i think maybe i am too young to write poems.
i haven’t had time to get sick and tired and angry,
haven’t been loved really or loved really,
haven’t learned enough about this world.

i do not understand and i am not wise.
i haven’t seen life truly: povertywardeathsadness...
a child looks at the world in wonder,
but i with my twenty two years have scrabbled
in the dust and stones on the surface –
cut my knees once or twice –

i have known a bit and learned a little,
but i’m still teetering over real life.

suspended in my bubble untainted above all the horror,
i think maybe i am too young to write poems.
i need time to mature grow ripen:
like a lemon:
go sour