The Younger Me
The younger me would try to be
A person you might like to see.
When plans were made, I would agree
To travel with the flow.
I’d care about what people thought
And follow rules I had been taught
And make sure everything I bought
Was worth that kind of dough.
I’d worry about how I looked
And fuss with everything I cooked
And obligations got me hooked
When I could not say no.
That younger self does not exist
And though some remnants do persist,
To meet me now, you will have missed
That me from long ago.
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