Please Let Me
By naninina
When the time is appropriate, The old tree releases its children, its leaves Fresh, green leaves fall down to the ground Some remain on that ground for a long time Some are blown by and travel with the wind Some end up in a trash can Young, carefree children are delighted to see the real and forever-growing world Some manage to reach their dreams Some discover happiness and some don't Mother, I am 21 Please let me find my own path, and destinationThis is written for parents who are over protective to their children, including my very own. Sometimes they just don't believe in me and won't let me find my own way. I'm not sure if the analogy works. What do you think? Thanks for reading. Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 10:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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