Mock not my indiscretions.
Much can come from errored choice.
lessons oft come by misdirection,
So give me not the taunting voice.
Ask me when I am older
If my dreams have proven true.
Perhaps by then shall I be bolder,
Humbled e'en, maybe grateful too.
Should I never reach that status
Hold me not with disrespect.
Ask instead how life would shape us
Were we all so circumspect.
Do love me please for what I am.
Hold me dear for all I give you.
I really do the best I can,
Judge me not on what I should do.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Mock not my indiscretions.
Much can come from errored choice.
lessons oft come by misdirection,
So give me not the taunting voice.
Ask me when I am older
If my dreams have proven true.
Perhaps by then shall I be bolder,
Humbled e'en, maybe grateful too.
Should I never reach that status
Hold me not with disrespect.
Ask instead how life would shape us
Were we all so circumspect.
Do love me please for what I am.
Hold me dear for all I give you.
I really do the best I can,
Judge me not on what I should do.
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