Seventeen

A few months into being Seventeen
Life is good, still a dream
It’s a journey down an unknown street
Turning in any direction
Smiling at who you meet

You enjoy each moment
Everything is new
Life is bright
A shiny new shoe

Your mind is creative, active an alert
You may not have loved
Lost or been hurt

When elders say you know little
You say you know a lot
You see them fuss over nothing
Forget what they’ve got

Always happy
Have a life to live
May sometimes be snappy
Have lots to give

That zest for life
Can’t be measured
Keep it in your soul
Always to be treasured

April is a month,
Synonymous with showers
It won’t be long
Before this April flowers

Mark Scotchford © September 2006

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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