Learn To Listen
What a mess
I must confess
I made of my own life
Immaturity can be
A dull and painful knife
Advice was given readily
Wisdom came like tides
Warned of dangers far and near
That trap young hearts like mine
Stubborn as a mule can be
I scoffed and bucked
So foolishly
Looking back
I made a fuss
Over things now
Old like dust
If I'd listened
If I heard
Words of love
I thought absurd
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