If life were a curtain
would you hide with me
behind the dark folds,
away from red-eyed you?

If life were a desk
would you help me
put away my fears,
in the deepest drawer?

If life were a classroom
would you expect me
to solve wisely
all the difficult questions?

If life were real
would you try me,
as each day you do,
for every mistake?

If life were my own
Would you grudge me
even that bit,
what little is there?