Poem #97 The girl I used to be......

I miss that girl, I used to be,

Young, and wild and free;

Would care two hoots, and let opinions be,

The maverick, that used to be me.

I miss that girl, I used to be,

Gullible, and filled with glee;

Having faith, that truth was the key,

The naive girl, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

So sure of myself, and what I would be;

Failures were but a path, to a successful spree,

The confident girl, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

So curious to know, the world I see;

Seeking new ways, to quench the thirst in me,

The erudite, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

Unassuming, relaxed and happy;

Stress of the world, as alien as can be,

The serene girl, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

With unsheltered hopes and dreams;

Ready to conquer all, no limit to my destiny,

The valiant girl, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

Amicable, kind and neighborly;

Yet to be knocked down, by issues worldly,

The friendly girl, that used to be me.

I miss the girl, I used to be,

That doesn’t make me, discontent or crazy;

It’s ok to be wistful, & trace back ones’ memory,

Coz today, that’s what makes me.... Me....