They won\'t listen to my advice,
I try to inform them, I try to be nice.
But they know better than I,
They know all the answers to why.
The thing is they forget is I\'ve been in their shoes,
I know all about the don\'ts and the do\'s.
I have been young and dated the guys,
I have heard all the excuses and their lies.
I understand some of the things they come upon.
And I can tell them I did things that were wrong.
But it drives me a little nuts when they know it all,
It\'s like teaching a brick, in a brick wall!
Nothing I say is what they need,
They roll their eyes and huff, take no heed.
Why is it, when I give advice,
They can\'t say that\'s great, thanks, that\'s nice?
A tut and a shrug is their only reply,
yes, yes, they say and give off a sigh.
But I have been young and lived like they do,
I have driven fast cars and danced like you.
I wore the make up and had words with my mum and my dad,
I cried tears when I broke up with boyfriends, and i\'ve felt sad.
So if I tell you a tale or the truth, stop and hear,
I am a woman who has lived, not just some old dear.
There is more to me than just being old.
I\'m not just a little lady who feels the cold.
Years may have passed and all you see is wrinkles and grey,
but I also lived a life and had fun in my day.
I know things you do not,
I see things you think I\'ve forgot.
Old age is a number and an aching body, this is true,
but if you hear my past I may suprise you.
Being young is filled with a future untold,
But the past holds stories and truths that are wrapped in gold.
Wisdom and experience is what I can give,
Just being old does not mean I\'ve not lived.
Youth, you may own right now, but I did too,
come sit beside me and let me share,
let me tell you a story of a young lady I once knew....