when I was young and
advice I heard
I was told many a thing
that those words cured
when I was growing and
the advice went blur
I lost my way a time too many
so many reasons to fear
I am now grown and growing
both true every day
I like bitter coffee
and often still I miss my way
but when the time comes
to leave one road behind
i cant help but wish id know
perhaps: they should have told me so.
every body has to find his own way. no body can tell you about it...only seld discovery leads you towards the truth. many smiles Aashish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for your comment, aashish. i agree with you completely. you cannot know the truth unless you trip and find your own way. I think all i was saying was that, even when you are grown up, sometimes you wish you had someone in the wings to tell you how it all works, even if just to put your hands up and say 'you told me so' at the end. i wouldnt give up self discovery for anything. but it doesnt mean i dont see the novelty in the other grass that is blindingly dependent, and somehow (sometimes) greener. thats all i meant in the final verse.