Originally posted by fudgester:
You guys might recognise this as the first piece which I
recited during the poetry reading session earlier today. As was
mentioned before, I wrote this when I was fifteen (I'm 23 now), so
pardon the inherent naivete. This was the product of an innocent
mind. 
[b]A Bowl of Herbal Stew
I'm hopeful about the future
The future of the human race
I'm not too worried about my stature
Or conquering outer space
We must count all our blessings
Even if they be but a few
We must add the seasonings
To a bowl of herbal stew
If you think your life is bad
Then take a tip or two
Just be happy and don't be sad
That's what you'll have to do
Life without love is suicide
Love without life is mad
You need someone to confide in
In times when you've been had.
Have you taken my advice...
... and learnt a tip or two?
You don't want to be one of the flies
Circling a bowl of herbal stew.[/b]
I MUST say... It's pretty 'deep' for a 15...?