a promise

And when I am grown up,

I will never be on time, 

and I will never carry an umbrella.

(If it rains, I will get wet.)

And I will not know the names of any birds,

only their songs,

or the authors of the books I read.

I will reserve the right

to pluck those specks

that loom the largest

in the eye of the mind.

I will forget all the facts

and remember the truth.