It’s hard at times to focus,
On the important things in life...
As we always can get side tracked,
Sometimes ending up in strife...
There are those golden rules,
That guide us along the way...
The ones the old man told us,
Each and every day...
But does it really matter,
If you go and bend the rules...
You’re not some sort of stow away,
Aboard this ship of fools...
You can make your own decisions,
Now that your finally on your own...
Those rules that he went and made,
Surely can't be set in stone...
So you went and ventured out,
In this world you were a stranger
No one to ask for help,
Or steer you clear of danger...
You made a few mistakes,
As you battled along that road...
At first you dove in quickly,
But now you’ve finally slowed...
Don’t matter what you thought,
Of the old man and his ways...
His advice was always there,
As you journeyed through that maize...
And one day you’ll be in his shoes,
Having to give that same advice...
I wonder if they’ll accept it,
Or are they prepared to pay the price...
Len Newey 2012