Of all the big mistakes my parents made
in their own lives, and then subsequently
tried to steer me clear of, most pale and fade
next to the whopper that evidently
(at least now in my own experience)
is impossible to caution wild youth
against: not that one must have tolerance
and look for the many strange faces of truth,
but that childhood goes by so very fast.
There are many options from which to choose,
and each step in one direction negates
other possibilities. How the grass
that seems so green can soon become old news
once you deny a myriad of fates!
