Advice

I can’t tell you what to do, my child.

I have hinted before about what you might say

Or how, perhaps, something might work out better.

But, of course, my ideas only sound easy,

Perhaps too easy, so you don’t listen.

Well, I love you. I won’t nag.

I’ll bite my tongue and hold back

Unrequested advice,

Though you row your boat in circles

With the anchor down.