For Young People Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Tomorrow still yours broad wide path none can cure
it is still today none may so gain
yet tomorrow is yours.

Discipline words such speak better than I
truth from this tongue words
come to your eye see them
yea or ney.

For yet I do try words are scarce
macabre they do so course.

Streaming through time
peer pressure is worse
stand alone if you must
instill it is right.

Into your head the word
gives you might.

Paths are wide so far wide
you see them nought.

Just read the words for get them nought
and one or two may speak them.

For the others will lead
you to culdesac.