When I was young people told me
Not to sow my wild oats
And not to live my life like
Tomorrow would never come.
Don’t let your heart rule your head.
Good advice but incomplete,
Good advise I’d never heed
So good advice was wasted on me.

My young friends please listen
And I will try to explain
Don’t live more life than
You can stand to remember
When you start remembering
All of the life you left behind
Don’t sow any wild oats
That someday you may want to find.

Someday you will walk down
The same road time after time
And your heart your head will remind
Of lives it tossed along the way
Someday you’ll recall the nights
That you should have spent alone
Someday you’ll wake up and find
That your mind has a heart of its own

© 2002 Tim D. Coulter Sr.