What was one thinking then? What was one thinking when One did the darnedest things Ringing of naivité. Or did not do things of substance; Choices based on ignorance And make-up’s many-sidedness.
Looking back today They seemed so brainless, Some foolhardy, irresponsible and thoughtless. “How could I?” And why, you sigh - Tear-filled eyes the only prize.
Sizing up with clearer powers, Time has passed, transgressions paid. New sown flowers replaced errors. Karma’s laws have laid the end With just results: some good, some pained.
That’s what growth is all about - With rings on trees the perfect symbol; Narrow, wide, but growing still; Even now (the adjective) In silence and tranquility (the noun)
The coming of maturity, The blossoming sagacity. One hopes and prays It comes and stays Through lasting days of wine and roses.