Puberty & Adolescence

So you say my, friend, you’re fully grown

A time to step out on your own

And from the closet to the shelf

Display the power of yourself.

Bigger breasts – males deepening voice

A licence now for free will choice

Or so with recklessness you think

For you’re dancing on a fragile brink.

The armpit and the pubic hair

Convey a message straight and clear

For now you think you’ve crossed the line

To assume an adult place in time.

And the pituitary gland

Gives of itself with lavish hand

And ushers in a new growth phase

That is evident in many ways.

The hormones that your brains release

Your height and organs size increase

And inside, outside of your person

The signs of puberty are certain.

Let not the hormones tell you lies

That every rule you must defy

For adolescence and pubic rage

Come at a very delicate age.

And in the process of this change

Your behavior has become quite strange

For your body is going through a lot

That make you think you’re what you’re not.

The sudden urges to be seen

Reflect the hormones in your being

And your fluent use of those strange words

Hints at a yearning to be heard.

Be wise my friend; subdue it well

The passions of young adult quell

For you will find that in each urge

Is a very calamitous surge.

The reckless passions and the thrills

Of which you seek to get your fill

Can lead you to a bitter end

Unless you heed the warning, friend.

Many a youthful promise is killed

By reckless and uncompliant will

That sends the youngster into a hole

In which he stays until he’s old.

A rebel to your own delight

The status quo you fiercely fight

And with a maverick’s reckless wit

The utopian torch you gladly lit.

And those who showed the way to go

Today to you no longer know

And are but humbugs in the way

Whom you feel that you should roll away.

They do not have hearts carved from wood

They wish for you a world of good

So do not glibly cast them off

As bits of debris and of chaff.

You dismiss them all as ancient relics

As you satisfy the urge to frolic

Without the vision to behold

The gleaming treasures of the old.

And now what seems to you so dear

Is the company of your mates and peers

For to you they seem to understand

Much more than all the older ones.

Enjoy the comforts of your home

From parental guide, oh, don’t you roam

Reach out and hold the guiding hands

Of the older and more mature ones.

Be patient youth, don’t move too fast

The pleasures that you seek will last

Just wait my friend ‘til you’re mature

To deal with all that life conjures.