My Younger Self
a couplet
Shackles on my younger self,
That I put upon myself,
The fear of being declined,
Puts me on the sideline.
I was proud of my younger self,
For I have been able to put trinkets on the shelf,
My sunny face shines like the summer sky,
And I was rather naïve, never sly.
Sometimes my idealistic younger self,
Dreamt of fairies and elves,
Surprised by the jest,
Of the Witches of the West.
If I have one thing to tell to my younger self,
Puff up your chest and be senseless,
Forget the cheer, no less the jeer,
And get yourself out of the gutter,
Your youth is your strength,
Your older self will have you to thank.
P/S: This is my recent attempt at couplet as I usually write free verse poem. It is an experiment. I welcome feedback!
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