Infant Sorrow by William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-band
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

stripped version :

Mother groaned, father wept
into the world I lept

Struggling in hands
striving
I thought best
to sulk
Rewritten version :

Mother groaned , no father wept
into bright sterile world I lept
Helpless, unwanted mewling low
my fate, nevermore to grow

Struggling in uncaring hands
striving to prolong life's pouring sands
No heed of what I thought best
left to sulk for failing life's first test