“I know,” “I will”, I always hear,
Still you ignore those chores, my dear.
Advice from me can’t touch your ear,
Unwise choices are a real fear.
I know that life should have its fun,
But that’s not all it is, my son.
Don’t scorn my help, or you’ll get none.
Earn respect, Autonomous One.
|The April PAD challenge (Day 24) prompted for an “auto” poem. This was my second crack at it, but this time, I picked on “autonomous” teenagers.|