All the lessons I've learned
and tried to pass on.
The knowledge I've accumulated
to make me strong.
I still can't get through to you
and it seems like you've gone.
Sometimes I see signs
that something's sunk in,
And the progress you've made
makes my heart swell within.
All that I want is for you to get through.
And when you are in my shoes
You'll do it too.
We all learn our lessons and
strive to be good,
To love and be loved as all people should.
But sometimes if we'd just listen
to words from good teachers,
and I'm not talking about prophets or preachers.
But parents and siblings and the ones who care
about who we are and how we fare.
Then maybe our problems
would cause less wear and tear.
I don't do this to make you feel stupid,
to get on your nerves or even play cupid,
But out of concern for your safety.
That is of paramount importance to me.
So please just listen
to the words that I say
every once in a while.
Before you go on your way.
So please just listen to the words that I say. beautiful lines. a great piece. please read some of my poems and feel free to comment. :)
how true if we just listen to the people who care about us and we care about them because those words may seem wrong at the time but they will work as a bridge to get through troubles.... well built piece with well built emotions, brilliant sir
Excellent Mark - great advice of course, but getting people to take it is another matter. Very well crafted write.
Full of meaning holding us captive. The confidence of the youth today is strong, they want only to put their feet forward not to see where ours have been and burnt. Thank you
Good advice. Children often learn too late that their parents were right all along.
Yes wise children have a lot to learn from parents who give pieces of advice but who are not ruthlessly judgemental.who measure their love to their children by the feathers on their caps.
Sharing knowledge is the supreme gift one can offer to fellow.....10
Bit let the lessons of life be with righteous teachings. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read this poem again and remembered when my younger son was 25, he called me up and said, Mom, you were right. About what, I said. Well, remember all those talks and lectures you gave me when I was younger? You thought I wasn't listening to you - well, I was, and you were right about everything. Just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you've done for me. Thank you, Mom. I love you, Mom. Sometimes they do listen to what you say, they just don't let on that they have. Just wanted to share that with you. Thank you, RoseAnn.