Window Business - No one's good at love except for babies

Love turns to anguish as hurt turns to language
The misunderstanding is stitched in the cloth
The clothes God gave us, they're toothened to save us
There's holes in the pockets where the talents are lost

No one's good at love except for babies
It's a survival skill you lose with time
You might love books or boats or films or football, baby
They're all survival skills when children bond

There was no garden when I was a child
So I learned what was edible from the toxic and wild
Now I sow seeds, now I pull weeds, now I pay tithes
Though the Lord prefers my brothers

No one's good at love except for babies
It's a survival skill you lose with time
You might love trucks or trees, the moon or music, maybe
They're all survival skills when children bond

No one's any good at love except for babies

Written by:
William Stafford

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