I sit and wait for my Darling babe

To come and tell me

What

The fuck

To do.

 

She doesn't know I swear so much;

That I was once

A rebellious

Teenager

Too.

 

All my life - ALL of it -

It's still there, you know!

I know.

 

She sees only a segment, thinks I

Belong in care -

Or on death row.

 

I once walked miles my way,

All alone in shoes I chose;

I travelled worlds of wisdom

Around what she thinks she knows.

 

But of course, you know what's best for me -

I'm a worry, yes it's true.

 

Though my Darling -

Please don't call me 'Dear'

Or you'll see just what I

CAN

Still do.