A poem
I’ve danced on tables, stayed out till dawn,
chased thrills that flashed and faded.
I’ve risked it all, with abandon and aplomb,
consequences be damned, my heart unshaded.
But now, as I watch them grow, my babies,
I know I must impart a different truth.
Life is fleeting, yes, but also precious -
a gift to be savoured in age as in youth.
So I’ll shield them from my youthful follies,
the reckless ways I’ve whittled time away.
Instead, I’ll teach them to taste each moment,
to find the beauty in each passing day.
For life is not just for wild abandon,
but for quiet joys, for simple pleasures too.
It’s about love and laughter, not just daring -
lessons I’ll pass on, from me to you.
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