We are born to live,
Not born to serve.
In the ways we embark.
A responsibility in how we leave our mark!
A responsibility not to act like sharks.
Not born to owe,
To those who gave us life.
If all a nurturer does is inflict drama and rife,
They do not deserve anyone's sacrifice.
Those who expect,
Are a chore,
Draining you everyday and more.
Those who are gentle and kind,
Giving other the opportunity to fly and live their own lives.
It feels right to stay by their side,
Giving without any convert pain.
By the end of your life,
Reflects on how you treat those who support.
If your alone,
With feelings of cold.
Look at all the damage you've exploded.
For the young,
let them live.
rushed or punished for deciding to let go.
A child is not owned,
not an object to control.
Letting them breathe,
accepting the way they lead,
will urge a return.
For anyone choosing to listen and learn,
a gate in the garden remains and no love wavered.
A lifetime more to savour from accepting the change!