Author Clara Frances McKee Beede In the morning of my youthWhen my veins were full of strengthThere was Dad and Mom to sayWhat to do. They spoke at length.Did I listen to the truth?Much of it has passed me by.Now if only some one wouldSpeak to me and tell me why. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments