the slickness of my tongue in youth
divulged my immaturity
when speaking untruths to get my way
at the liquor store
with a fake id
batting eyelashes for rum
at school
with drama-filled explanations
of why homework wasn’t turned in
at home
the walls cringing with angst
from screams between generations
at parties
braggadocious and vain
impressing the girls and boys for attention
as a fledgling human
i excelled in drama
yet aging now prefers that the lies come to an end
Well done! We look back and wonder if we were fooling anyone or just ourselves…
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Thanks, Val! Yeah, I’m guessing both. 😉
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so telling of our youth Susi! 🥰
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❤ Thanks, Cindy! Indeed!
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Yes yes! ❣️
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Definitely wiser 😉
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At least we hope! 🙂
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I totally get this; wonderful write, Susi. ❤️
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So glad you enjoyed, Jeff! ❤
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An excellent poem of past and present! The drama seems to die down as we get older!
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It does, doesn’t it! Thankfully! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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❤
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So glad you enjoyed it, Penny! ❤
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We all do that in our youth, some more, some less. It’s the age that teaches us the wisdom of truth.
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Yes, after it’s kicked us in the butt a few times! 😉 Thanks, Sadje!
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Oh yes, we do need those kicks to learn our lessons
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🙂
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