The Circle of Adolescence

A few fixes where needed to get me fixed up, and thus has this piece been fixed…

This has been a full circle,

And now I stand just where I had been,

When without grasp and innocent to the core,

Now my archives are full with memoirs

That shall go with me to my grave.

This journey has been long,

And the pains and pleasures I’ve got along,

Has made a man out of the boy that I still was.

I am where I had been,

But the same place looks in me

With an aged eye and a wise heart.

Oh! This heart has borne to the brim,

And now, shall never falter,

Will never demean itself like it used to,

And bear in ridicule the mockery of age,

Will not bow to the filth undue its way,

And never crumble under the trample

Of the poisoned boon that is love.

Neither shall it succumb to unworldly delights,

Nor shall it lament the wrongs it was played against.

This here heart is seasoned now,

Is robust with begot vigor, but

Withered in all emotion.

This here heart is a castle now,

Where the greatest kingdoms of all shall reside,

With all to revel in and none to trade in,

This mannered spirit shall raze down to dust,

Any prowler who but glances this way.

I am just there, where I had been,

But the world seems so unlike,

I was just a teen then I believe,

What a journey this feeble soul has lasted!

That too naively so, only to learn,

And learnt is what it has done best…