As i see you grow, <br />My worries on you is my main blow, <br />As you start to look soft and ripe, <br />My fear is on whose advice will build your life? <br />As beauty starts to emerge on your face, <br />My trouble is on what problem will come first, <br />As your voice turns soft and cream, <br />My crux centres on your choices and dreams, <br />As you are reaching thirteen, <br />and i see some pimples on your skin, <br />My attention is captured by the path you will pass, <br />And a question on your destination.<br /><br />Shamba Kaunda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/which-path-will-you-pass/
