“Advice,” New Era, Aug. 1989, 25
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.