Folly of Youth
Is it by errant design or by fault,
that a boy’s sight sees little of what’s there,
or takes the stoic stance of young revolt
and for such bold consequence has no care.
Should not nature temper this reckless zeal
pull back on the reins, wild steed so to trot,
is it not better high spirit to steal
than let folly, a life with darkness blot.
Perhaps of nature do I ask too much
my posed question born from thankless voice
expecting a mother’s soft guiding touch
removing the burden of making choice.
Yet it is in the essence of mankind
to nurture and protect our young from ills
hoping that only good is what they find
before time their naïve innocence kills.
But I must accept they have their own life
and they must travel alone to find truth,
that I can’t protect them from cruel strife
only warn against the folly of youth