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....
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Such very true words Sandra, the youngsters do not want to listen to the older people who can help them - they know it all!
Andy
Sometimes I hear the younger ones talking and i love their carefree outlook,
and smile....
Sometimes I feel sad at what this world may bring them...but what is the saddest is as we get older I think we become less visible or our words are less heard...I suppose it is the circle of life..
Thank you
Such an enjoyable, relateable read today. My aging mind and aching frame know only too well the truth of your words.
It was enjoyable to sit with my son and his mother, my ex, and listen as she told of the young man she had fallen in love with and grew with. It was wonderful to sit with my late mother and hear of the young woman with a career before being swept off her feet by my father, then a suave naval officer in WW2.
Yes, we are those young people still and with a lifetime of experience. Though our young may hear our words, they must indeed learn for themselves. As it should be.
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I'm happy you enjoyed my poem, I love writing about day to day lives , feelings, issues, anything I can relate to.
Thank you
I'm 28 and I have always tried to listen to my elders, it's the main cause of my love for history.
We are all stories and what's a better read than a life well lived.
Thank you for sharing.
That's lovely to hear.
I've always liked hearing the story's from the past, where people are from where they have been, it opens the mind to whole new worlds.
Thank you.
didn`t we all sandra,nothing has changed except we became wiser
but they don`t want to listen
Yes indeed we've all been there😊
Thank you.
you`re welcome
such write's like yours, dear poet
is what made me fall in love with this worded Poetry, Artform
inked from peoples brave: hearts
Thank you for such a beautiful reply.
I have loved writing from being a very young child, I found it gave me a place to go in difficult times and allowed me to make believe anything was possible.
My grammar and spelling I know is not perfect but my imagination is on point and that is why I love writing.
Thank you
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