Quatrain of Minds Grown
Minds Grown - not many
Too much liberty is a curse for
many, they are unable to
control themselves at
will,
Like a child with no discipline,
they reek havoc upon their
souls; end up as road
kill.
Far too many folks need to have
their hands held, they simply
cannot go it on their
own,
It is a sad state of affairs, to
know adulthood has been
reached but the mind
hasn't grown.
Yorktown Disciple
Minds Grown - not many
Too much liberty is a curse for
many, they are unable to
control themselves at
will,
Like a child with no discipline,
they reek havoc upon their
souls; end up as road
kill.
Far too many folks need to have
their hands held, they simply
cannot go it on their
own,
It is a sad state of affairs, to
know adulthood has been
reached but the mind
hasn't grown.
Yorktown Disciple
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