Oh the things our young ones do to test us
When they leap headfirst into what they consider love
They ignore the warnings we try to hand out
And they believe in someone as innocent as a dove.
What is harder to ignore is the pain they have felt
At the hands of someone they have already known
Having already dealt with mental abuse and physical pain
Yet they forget and don’t remember what’s already shown.
I tried to counsel my own sweet young granddaughter
To ask her to remember and feel what I said
But she is love struck once more and off to see
The bum from whom she had already once fled.
To make their own mistakes is something we must allow
No matter how we cringe to feel that it is to come
Once they have found their independence and strength
There is no way they will accept being under our thumb.