If I Were To Listen To You

when i was a child
you want me to become an adult
so i may earn a living myself
and then you are relieved
of any responsibility
(or a burden shall i say?)

and then when i become a adult
you want me to become a child again
to cheer you up and help you remember
the happy times of innocence
those times when sins
and lapses are forgivable
to relieve you of your guilt
(or a scruple shall i say)

if i were to listen to you
what shall i become of myself?

i am glad we have become distant islands
and there shall be no bridge possible
no sail no mail no tail

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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