life is a lesson

               At age 5 maybe 6 or 7 I learn a lesson quick
               do not tell what happens
               when momma not there
               what the girls did across the hall up behind the stairs
               was no nobody's business no one at all
              or they will make you fall
               over the rail down three flights of stairs 
                an inch of my life that one there  
             
             At 11 and 12or maybe thirteen I learn that good girls don't play     
             with boy that are not in their teens  stay out late smoke cigarettes
              the lessons you will learn will make you soon regret
              not going to school and getting good grades
              yeah those were the good old days

          at 16 and 17 in order to stop you had to start and that
          and loving life was hard
          becoming a mother was just part of your job and to apply to early 
          will make one think life is short
          sort like a blink
          a lesson you should pass on to if you read this poem
          Teenage mother's are not number 1