when I was young and
advice I heard
I was told many a thing
that those words cured
when I was growing and
the advice went blur
I lost my way a time too many
so many reasons to fear
I am now grown and growing
both true every day
I like bitter coffee
and often still I miss my way
but when the time comes
to leave one road behind
i cant help but wish id know
perhaps: they should have told me so.
anasuya balla
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-should-have-told-me-so/
