While still in school, She thought she knew About her heart And how it grew From year to year And face to face -- And so, she took that Everyplace. But now her past And present state Seem both too small, And yet, too great. Her heart a stranger In a mask, And each new face Another task. Why is it, when We reach the age When we thought we Would be a sage, We then, instead, Become a fool? Why were we wiser Back in school?