A Pantoun

Margaret De Laughter

I am too young for tears—
Teach me to smile again.
There will be other years;
Sorrow can wait till then.

Teach me to smile again.
I shall be old some day—
Sorrow can wait till then.
Now I must have my way.

I shall be old some day;
Grief will be easy then.
Now I must have my way—
Teach me to smile again.

Grief will be easy then—
Then, in the after years.
Teach me to smile again!
I am too young for tears.