Hue of melancholy Oozing from fresh pores Warning signs of folly Showing forth in scores Dizzy from advice that's sound
A heart chasing its own tail Dreams of youth abound Everything reasonable grows pale Sink in respectability
Like a well used corduroy chair
Wish for the tension of instability
To flaunt with reckless flair
Settle down- let impatience resign Grow up to lose your mind
Note: This poem was written with the rhythmic qualities of an English Sonnet, but obviously, due to subject matter and style, it isn’t a sonnet.