I miss the days of my youth. Those
carefree years when I could watch shows
at the movie theater and
not worry about cash in hand…or I could doze
til noon on the weekend without
feeling an ounce of guilt about
what I should be doing with my
life…when I was still far too shy ’round girls and doubt
would plague me each time that a zit
would appear on my face and sit
there like a shining beacon. Truth
be told, I do not miss my youth. Not one small bit!
At dVerse, we are writing Florettes. Check the link to see the explanation of how to write one of these poems yourself. This poem also responds to the Tuesday prompt at dVerse (which I was, unfortunately, too busy to participate in).