If I Knew Then What I Know Now.
Oh! would that I could speak
From where I'm sitting now
To my younger self just starting out
Bereft of furrowed brow.
"Come sit my lad", I'd have to say
Take time to think things through
For I have lived an interesting life
Come sit and hear me through.
Your life will lead you far and wide
To places you cannot have dreamed
And all along you'll blunder on
As things will never be quite like they seemed.
Still you'll toil away and earn your pay
Yet, you'll live from week to week
'Twill be many years before you've saved
Enough cash of which to speak.
Oh, you'll blunder on and sing your song
And dream of things to come
And you'll sow your oats and have your votes
And wish to meet that sweet someone.
You'll come to understand that to be your own man
You'll have to tow the line
And you'll lose a few friends but you'll know in the end
The meaning of 'Old Lang Syne'.
And you'll come to know that the seeds you sow
Produce fruits of which you must reap
When your children come by many nights will you sigh
As you blunder on without sleep.
And the Mother of those whom kept you awake
Will be with you for the rest of your life
She'll be by your side when you're swamped by life's tide
And your certain you're heart surely will break.
And so my young man If you first have a plan
Then Providence will provide for the rest
Don't be deterred from dreaming young man
Go out there and give it your best.
For the world that you knew will be soon out of view
And the future is beyond your vision
And a Brave New World like a flag will be unfurled
Make certain it does not become your prison....
Copyright ROSS.L.LANGLANDS.2018
Oh! would that I could speak
From where I'm sitting now
To my younger self just starting out
Bereft of furrowed brow.
"Come sit my lad", I'd have to say
Take time to think things through
For I have lived an interesting life
Come sit and hear me through.
Your life will lead you far and wide
To places you cannot have dreamed
And all along you'll blunder on
As things will never be quite like they seemed.
Still you'll toil away and earn your pay
Yet, you'll live from week to week
'Twill be many years before you've saved
Enough cash of which to speak.
Oh, you'll blunder on and sing your song
And dream of things to come
And you'll sow your oats and have your votes
And wish to meet that sweet someone.
You'll come to understand that to be your own man
You'll have to tow the line
And you'll lose a few friends but you'll know in the end
The meaning of 'Old Lang Syne'.
And you'll come to know that the seeds you sow
Produce fruits of which you must reap
When your children come by many nights will you sigh
As you blunder on without sleep.
And the Mother of those whom kept you awake
Will be with you for the rest of your life
She'll be by your side when you're swamped by life's tide
And your certain you're heart surely will break.
And so my young man If you first have a plan
Then Providence will provide for the rest
Don't be deterred from dreaming young man
Go out there and give it your best.
For the world that you knew will be soon out of view
And the future is beyond your vision
And a Brave New World like a flag will be unfurled
Make certain it does not become your prison....
Copyright ROSS.L.LANGLANDS.2018
