A Helpless Bystander Agonises Poem by Mary Champion

He offers his simplistic arguments,
painful echoes of my arrogant youth
when I clung to the power of reason,
scorned the weak-minded, who always fell prey
to the irrational, emotional,
puerile pleadings of the heart -
the underrated muscle of the heart.
Will he, like me, learn the pitiless truth?
Will he learn the painful lessons too late?
Will his life too be flat and unfulfilled?
I wish I could explain, but he is young
and knows, with much more certainty than I.
My feeble words would struggle to connect
with verity the way he sees it now.