Dear Imaginary Youth

"Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. ~ Abigail Van Buren

Hear me, my ardent, eager, bright-eyed youth. 
I'm flattered that you would lend me an ear,
though you are imaginary, in truth,
and I am quite unqualified, I fear - 
to utter words, unquestionably wise.
But I love to speak, and my time is near. 
What I didn't know, when I was your size,
is that lives are a mix of joy and pain,
so that everyone, sometimes hurts and cries. 
Sometimes, the sun shines, sometimes, it will rain.
So, have faith.  There is no need to despair.
The bright sun will always come out again. 
Be brave, try hard, be true, be kind and care. 
Laugh, have fun, nurture yourself and others, 
and you will see the sun more than your share. 
Remember, we're all sisters and brothers.

agewisdomyouthterza rima

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