Will You Listen

Did I do everything right, what did I leave out,
I am so flustered I could just shout.
Did I say the right thing will they finally see the light,
or will it end up again a struggling fight?
I want them to see the world through my eyes,
so that they may not suffer my demise.
My neck is tense my knuckle as white a egg shell,
oh what must I say to end this hell.
They tell me they know what they are doing but its all so wrong,
and all I have to see is this car crash go so long.
That the best way to put it all this mess,
watching mistake after mistake is like seeing a dead body I must confess.
Still I try to hold my tongue for I was once young as they were too,
but can’t they see my words are spoken true?
Ahhhh… I hate this waiting until the bloody end,
some time I just want push my hands and let it mend.
We all must learn our own way for this is the truth of it all,
and hopefully they will learn before I witness their fall.
Maybe a sip of wine and a turn of my head will do,
no I need to watch because I love you.
I hope and pray that you will do what is right in the end,
and hope that my loud advice will give you that rightful bend.
Maybe you will listen to what I say and do what right for you.
oh my God why don’t I feel that’s not true.
A constant stress, an itch that I can’t scratch because it’s beyond my reach,
oh please listen to the lesson that I did teach.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005