My son, young and in love too, and ripples of laughter run
on his face, especially when he's copying his dreams;
and he thinks he is invincible (to be in TEEN, is such a blessing
that embellishes life as fragrance a flower) . Till now he gets
smiles and is immune to all fears unspeakable, and I pray
he shouldn't know 'life is an unutterable hell', and wouldn't step
into his father's footsteps. I've lived many lives, but non was mine.
Now I lie ghostlike in solitude, and see woes,
like a boomerang, after me. Ah! how can i praise
life's adjectives sore.I hate to see cat plays with mice.
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Yes, being a teenager and clueless, what a great time to know everything and yet not have experienced life! Absolutely love this poem, I can identify with it as I have two sons. Remembering their teenage years with laughter and tears at times, a rebellious shade of independence appearing in many disagreements on boundaries and limits. I especially like the last verse, it brings home the decisions you've made throughout your own life and now haunt you, like a cat playing with mice. Totally enjoyed this poem John! Excellent one! Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn