Young Man

Young man,
Why are you so angry?
Why are you quick to speak, slow to listen?
Why are you filled daily with harshness and curses?

Young man,
Why are you in such a hurry?
Why are you running from one accomplishment to another?
Why are you making those around you run just as fast?

Young man,
Why are you so ambitious?
Why do you wish to amass riches beyond compare?
Why do you wish to lord over the rest of the world?

Young man,
Why are you so proud?
Why do you fall in love so easily with all you have done?
Why do you take pleasure in belittling those who are lesser?

Young man,
Why are you so reckless?
Why do you flirt with the dangers and temptations of this world?
Why do you desire to experience foolishness for yourself first?

Young man,
I'm sorry I scolded you for being too playful for my liking.
I'm sorry I was too busy to play silly ball games with you.
I'm sorry I worked too hard to give us a supposed better life.
I'm sorry I mocked your drawings and forced you to become me.
I'm sorry I disregarded all sound advice and paid with my body.

Young man,
Please stay a while
And listen to me.

Young man,
Don't go, I beg you
Listen to this old man.

Young man,
I wish you all the best in life.