The Juvenile Crusades

I remember how wonderful it felt to be young

With strawberry sparkles lingering on my tongue

And when I looked in the mirror my eyes went ablaze

I could ogle in my reflection for days upon days

Yes, I recall, the moments my decisions were wrong

Stuffing stockings with suffering, I did not belong

Approaching mild matters with excitement and zest

Whilst shunning crude chores and disregarding the rest

I still look back upon times of doing nothing at all

Chatting over creamsicles or crusading the mall

With heels of four inches and a textbook in hand

Texting my mother, telling her I’m running errands

Countless hours spent idly in front of a laptop screen

Barbeque chips inhaled yet I remained so darn lean

A cat on my bedside and a crush in my mind

I recall pathetic nights that I should’ve left behind

Thoughts seeping like toxin, oozing on replay

Yes, I remember those serpents to this very day

Lonely walks home, music streaming too loud

Other times, I was prancing around with a crowd

Oh, dear me, I will tell you what you may not know

You have a bright future, you will marvellously grow

I will prick all the thorns until I see your rosy cheek

Please smile for me, even if your heart’s strings are too meek

Forget about those, who do not matter at all

As their putrid commands will cause your downfall

Always know that you are special, okay, do you hear?

Well, I must go now, as my time has come near

For I am but a frail lady, ninety years of solemn age

Cheese too ripe and wine too well done for its stage

Here I am writing a letter to the seventeen-year-old me

Hoping that I will listen…and let my troubles run free