Thoughts to My Daughter for Her Eighteenth Birthday
(and something i wish i had said to my other daughter much earlier and hope she passes to her son when it is time)
When people fill the world with noise,
With gestures, spittle, and venom,
They likely will not hear what you say:
Speak softly; they will listen.
For those who still do not hear your voice,
Don’t worry about what they are missing;
They are not worth fretting about;
They wouldn’t hear, even if they listened.
In this world, time is finite;
Time with good folks a precious treasure;
Speak softly and run with those good folks
Who stop, pause and listen.
Remember what goes around will come around again;
Refrain from your own shouting;
Listen to those who hear what you say
They will have something for you to learn.
December 1, 2007