Sunday Scribblings #28 – Mis-spent youth

The glory days
The carefree ways
Spinning-round-invoking-haze
The deliberate “I’m unbeatable” phase
Oh me, oh my, I’m in a daze!

A triumphantly mis-spent youth.

An evil gaze
A hurtful phrase
Sleepy, pimply, angry days
The “you just don’t understand me” craze
Oh me, oh my, I’m in a daze!

A dazzlingly mis-spent youth.

Whispering, gossipy, “I’m ugly” days
The “I’ve invented BETTER ways”
A daring, never-ending maze
Our very own one-act plays
Oh me, oh my, I’m in a daze!

A naively mis-spent youth.

The “there’s no point in listening” craze
Avoidable maturity delays
Those “I have no purpose” days
A mind-altering substance haze
Oh me, oh my, I’m in a daze!

A collosally mis-spent youth.

A growing up and out phase
Where breaking rules never pays
No more wasted self-hate days
A kinder, gentler, more respectful phrase
Oh me, oh my, welcome happy days!

An vital but mis-spent youth.