Sit, my dear,
There's much to hear,
From those that're old
And wise.
Swim in your sorrow,
Or dream of tomorrow,
They'll tell you what will
Suffice.
They tell you this,
They tell you that,
But you're still too young
To have much fun.
Go ahead and roll the dice.
Still to young to have a vice,
Or a voice, it seems.
But you do have a vice,
And you do have a voice,
And you can have some fun.
Life's a choice, after all,
And you can decide.
So one day you'll be old and wise.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
