Growing Pains
Do as I say, not as I do
Immortal words of wisdom.
Okay for me, but not for you.
Are they immune
Will I eventually turn into
the empty, self-absorbed shell of a person?
Is it inevitable?
They are blind and cold to
the pain they inflict.
Age doesn't bring wisdom
but wipes way all hope
and hate crushes the original truth.
Greed clouds their judgement
Whereas in youth,
Discussion are held from the heart.
How dare they try to mold me?
To make me?
Spring 1987
(note: I no longer feel this way about my parents - truly, with age does come wisdom and anger fades)
Immortal words of wisdom.
Okay for me, but not for you.
Are they immune
Will I eventually turn into
the empty, self-absorbed shell of a person?
Is it inevitable?
They are blind and cold to
the pain they inflict.
Age doesn't bring wisdom
but wipes way all hope
and hate crushes the original truth.
Greed clouds their judgement
Whereas in youth,
Discussion are held from the heart.
How dare they try to mold me?
To make me?
Spring 1987
(note: I no longer feel this way about my parents - truly, with age does come wisdom and anger fades)
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