Make the Most of The Holidays

I was stubborn and thought I knew it all
My childhood was meant to be for 'me'
Why do what they wanted of me each fall?
I too knew how to be happy and free.

They thought that they were older and so
They needed to advise me on this and that
I too had a brain and a will you know
I also knew how to handle wise chat.

So I wandered along the plains of adolescence
And stumbled through the aches of the heart
And thought nothing of feigning an innocence
That had long left my colorful, youthful cart.

It was only when the burden of work and home
Came slowly as I trudged the hill of age
That I realized I had no time for idle roam
And my life had turned so many a page!

Darlings, my darling children come close
Pay heed for from ignorance I learned the way
Your childhood is like a delicate, fragrant rose
And the phase is your best and only holiday!

I know that you need not care or turn
Toward an old foggy as old as the hills
But my dears, please don't your fingers burn
With temptations and the social ills.

You too will step into my shoes some day
And all that is now, will be things of the past
Think about how proud you will be to say,
"I was a little wiser than the one I surpassed".

Nothing would please me than to know
That you stepped forward as remolded clay
Your triumphs would with the tide flow
And enable your children to enjoy the holiday!