Let Them Be Grown Ones
As we age gradually
dies within us our rage
stage by stage
we now become a sage
giving sermons
to young ones
to keep them in cage
we last had learned
from our own experience
Let the young one's also enjoy
the flavour of their youth
let them too burn their fingers
like our oldies let us do
why curb the freedom of young ones
Today most are totally independent
we were then seldom
Time stands not still for anyone
let them change their clothes themselves
we can only watch with eyes FLOODED in rain
lest our children aimless not remain
we must only then try to hold the rein
till such a time comes
let them themselves alone reign
it's part of learning
as life is not just for earning
it is a soldier like game
let each one face
the bullet or frame
of fame
Let us bystanders
now forever remain
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I would like to translate this poem
For an old, Australian Earthling; you are understanding of many things that many don't even consider.; -) I have some influence on many people around me. I do not abuse it. They appreciate that; and then learn and grow. I lend experience; they make the choice!
YOU R U...KK...Young man- - But we each one is an entity of our own I TRY NOT TO influence none.... i only give off my mind....I have done my duty... now it's up to them do what ever they can...I don't ask them to listen....you they do- - good luck lies within you You are so wonderful all must widen their own image...