If whereabouts are not known
To parents, they are disturbed
For sure, for the sheer certain
Awareness that ignorance could
Anywhere in a lurch leave them,
Crying in despair over a loss
Only knowledge firm and clear
Would save from running into,
Despite very keenly their granting
In degrees freedom to their children
To let them taste of all the sweetness
And partake of all the light and mirth
That those really free in full measure
Are only able to savour in joy without
Breaks that are so sure for the careless,
That in deliberate ways they ignore knowing
Never how costly it is to lie to the self on
Results of self-willed amnesia at the hour
Of danger and death or dishonour dark.
