As i see you grow,
My worries on you is my main blow,
As you start to look soft and ripe,
My fear is on whose advice will build your life?
As beauty starts to emerge on your face,
My trouble is on what problem will come first,
As your voice turns soft and cream,
My crux centres on your choices and dreams,
As you are reaching thirteen,
and i see some pimples on your skin,
My attention is captured by the path you will pass,
And a question on your destination.
A really good poem. Liked it. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Lilly.
Great poem brother. well written....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incridebly...these words should come from an elder not a juvenile...this awesome poem shows your maturity...superb poem man.!