this is no poem

Good advise was given, and good advice was taken -
Ah, the moderate voice of common sense
...and wisdom
I've spent a lifetime of being wrong
...it seems
but this time I chose to listen
To heed the warning signs... 'Train Up Ahead'
'Stay Out' the sign reads... 'Trespassers Shot On Sight'
'No Parking' here... 'No Left Turn' there

When I was a young lad I was full of salt
...a good amount of vinegar too
Just could not be told what was right, or at least wouldn't listen
I had to do it wrong first, the school of hard knocks they called it

I once climbed over an electric fence
...there was no sign to ward me off
With my left hand I pushed it down so I could straddle it with ease -
my hand and balls touched the wire at the same time
and at that very instant I swear I heard the angels sing
My cousin that was with me said I had a halo around my head
... juice didn't quit until the source was drained, see DC won't let go

So over time I've learned to look and exercise caution,
though sometimes in the middle years I must admit
I forget the lesson I learned from that fence
I still wander into the pasture with the bull before I look
... the one place a warning sign could be used
Man, the good advice it could offer

writing©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.