I thought
I knew too much
Advising people
Was my birth right
Whosoever he may be
Got my free advice
On any subject,
Any situation
I would poke my nose
Without hesitation
As times passed
I found myself in isolation
Disturbed and dejected
I asked my father
The reason for this
My father replied
You think
You know too much
What you know
Is not enough
Nobody likes
Unwanted advice
Give it only
When requested
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, i can see every word................