My First Poem

My mother has taught me,
many fine things.
Marry for money my dear,
love will come later.
But me, I feel marry for love
you can build your fortune together.

She once said "Men my dear,
are trolls from hell."
But why does something that
looks so good, have to be so wrong.

Some things my mother told me
she meant for me to hear.
She said never settle, for you
deserve nothing but the best.

She has tried to teach me well,
picked me up whenever I fell.
So for her I try to do no wrong,
cuz in my heart is where she'll belong.

-May 31, 1994

I was very insightful at 17 apparently