Conversations With The Young

I have been

Down the road

And back again

If some would just listen

I could tell them

Where the potholes glisten

Some I have missed

And others I have fallen in

...Clear up to my chin

Some youngsters ask directions

And still others get lost

Beyond their wildest expectations

The young ones I see

Are not all that they can be

Either stumbling on their way

Or delaying

Their start for another day

Old ladies, like me

Like to

Give advice freely, you see,

That and pieces of their mind

But alas, I find often I'm left behind

Out of sight, around the bend

For I always find that either

I'm preaching to the choir

Or talking to the wind…

©January 31, 2009

Faye Sizemore