EIGHTEEN (quatrains +)

I was a good girl till I turned eighteen.

After graduation, I turned loose, if you know what I mean.

Not so much “bad” but wild as a hare,

Staying out all night, drinking too much, never backing down from a dare.

 

Life was fun then, moreso than ever before

I turned off my inhibitions and dove in for more.

A different concert every night, a different couch every day,

I forgot the meaning of work, but not how to play.

 

Not sure how I made it through this time,

Living my life in no way sublime.

God must have a purpose for keeping me alive,

Because I did everything in extreme overdrive.

 

But man, what memories I have!

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