Everybody loves juvenilia.

I recently unearthed this poem that I wrote when I was a teenager.

I do not now recall the precise circumstances that inspired it, but now I am sharing it with the Internet. You’re welcome.

WORD TO THE WISE, or Little Tiny Violins — DENIED!

I’m not sure where

I should begin

Except to say

the melodrama’s wearing slightly thin.

My orchestra of Gothic rock

is getting bored,

they want time off.

And there is only so much heaving

A woman’s bosom can withstand.

Now I’m not saying

I’m not guilty

Of wringing hands and clutching brow

But Jesus! there are better ways

to deal — let’s try them now.

Repeat with me

“There’s more to life than angst”

I knew you could!

“My actions will not cause the world to crumble”

That was good!

Of course it isn’t easy — did I ever say it was?

Decision-making sucks but you should make them.

Why? Because —

I’ll break in here to interrupt myself, to make it clear

This poem’s addressed not just to you, but also to me, dear.

And so I say to both of us

In doggerel paraphrase

Act or the world acts on you.

That’s it! Case closed! New phase.

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  • Sarah
    December 14, 2011 at 1:45 pm

    I totally want to e-mail this to everyone in my whole organization. For reals.

  • sarah-marie
    December 14, 2011 at 7:21 pm

    Made me smile. I love it.

  • Jeff C.
    December 18, 2011 at 8:07 pm

    Wish you would have shared this with me way back then :)