When I was young I was reckless especially with the girls
Like a pirate ship after booty every time its flag unfurls
I’d find myself in situations and not realise the danger
You’re young and headstrong so what’s going home with a stranger
Young men will do the wildest chasing skirts
For a night’s fun, we’ll risk a life of hurts
In hindsight it seems so obvious that this life is full of risk
The stranger things we chase for pleasure all too brisk
I’m glad to be grown and not a slave to thirst
I’m glad I survived those encounters and my last wasn’t also my first
If I could advise myself, I say to keep your head
Rather the one with a mind and not the other instead.
To the the girls from my past, now women fully grown
I thank you for your kindness and for the the thrills I’ve known.
So I’ll close this case of rueful contemplating
And thank the heavens that my past didn’t ruin future ruminating.