THE FOLLY OF YOUTH.

 

Judge me not.

Have you forgotten

Decisions you once made?

Would you not trade

An hour in time?

To return and put right a crime

Stitched from impulsive youth.

Go back and see the truth.

Unpick the lies,

Prove there were no flies

On you.

The young man who

Believed he was the king of cool.

Only to prove,

He was just another fool

Who tried so hard to be accepted,

But in the end was to be rejected

By his peers.

There were no tears,

No fears.

Only hollow confidence.

Solid impudence

To believe you knew it all

As you stood tall.

The inevitable fall from grace

Waiting to bury you without a trace,

No matter how much noise you made.

No matter how you threatened

To throw yourself upon the blade

Of fame.

You were still the same

Fool.

Whose only tool

Was your tongue

Which proved

Not quite long enough

To wrap around the

Overstated world

Created by the

Mind which finds you here.

Being me,

Judging me.

Seeing me for the first time

In the flesh.

No safety net.

Not simply a reflection.

A selection of what you want to see.

This is the reality.

Not bad though

After all is said

For a boy who was the best

Inside his head.

He wasn’t,

But it seems he stood the test of time.

And now finds writing lines

Is the sentence he was given

And in writing lines has been forgiven

For his youth.

 

© By: - Pete Slater.   2013.