I am born.
My own clean sheet.
My road in life is incomplete.
I start my journey baby steps
Alternate routes to right and left.
Wayward steps lead me astray.
My parents, warned, worried, prayed.
My journeys changed now i'm full grown.
My steps are totally my own.
I learn each time i veer away.
Each lesson marks me in some way.
My scars i hide, my fair sides out.
I walk and learn what life is about.
Now i'm in my sunset years.
I've learned my lessons have no fear
I made mistakes along the way.
Each time my conscience made me pay.
Advice to youth if they allow.
Life is precious live well now.
Good advice you're offering in a nice flowing poem. I enjoyed reading this.
When a person who has learned lessons through years of experience give out such great advice, it has lot of credibility and authenticity! Enjoyed this lovely poem! !
Yes life is a journey and we travel its many winding roads. We don't always know what's around the curbs we can only hope for the best. Live and learn. Nice write.
I often wonder what life will hold for my grandchildren in their futures. Every moment of life is precious, more so now that I'm also in my senior years. Your poem says what I know to be true in my own life. Love this poem, it's so beautifully stated, the way you show the path to maturity by stating the past. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Noreen, I'm just revisiting some of the poems on my favorites list...
My scars i hide, my fair sides out. I walk and learn what life is about. life is precious live now so that we may die without regrets....... thank u dear poetess. tony
This poem came out of genuine experience and its truthfulness is obvious in every line. And there's not a trace of sentimentality which spoils much lyric poetry of memory to my mind. There is a double track of genuine experience the poem embodies: first, your memories of your life, and second, your meditation on the future while babysitting a grandchild. Memory and Projection, Past and Future - This is how we conquer Time. Wait, that's too aggressive a statement. This is not a poem of We Humans vs. Cruel Time, like Shakespeare's sonnets, nor is it fixated in a past we cannot recover. The title should have informed me: Life A Journey. You are at a way station on this journey, assessing how you lived the journey and wondering how the little one will live it. Janus-like you are looking backward and forward, without regret or fear. It took me a while to work my way to expressing in words what your poem had already impressed on my feelings. Your poem shows me why I value Lyric Poetry so highly!
A nice elaboration of the life's passage...... loved it. You can read my Up to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true words, we all benefit from hindsight. Live life with a kind and gentle heart.