I was searching for some old stuff up in the attic when I found those. Those were my notes and poems I had written when I was 14 or maybe 16 years old. I thought they were all lost...

There were two roadsOne was goodAnd one which leadsTo terrible deeds.A traveller came to beOn the road when he did seeA sign that said:"Two Roads And Where They Lead.”The first is narrowAnd always in sorrow,Rocks on all sidesHiding it...

Why alcohol told to be drink by parents and many friends   My dad became drunkard, because his mother told he can drink She not only told to all of her kids including daughters, so they have  become irresponsible with alcohol without caring...