with eagerness
borne out of curiosity-
I flip through old journals.
teenage angst
stops me on my track-
I shake my head surprised
about the way,
I used to behave back then,
uncaring for others.
I cringe
at what I was as an adolescent;
ruled more by hormones.
I flip bit more-
going through those elated
times getting truly caught
in the past.
I get a waft of perfume of olden
times left far behind.
© gautami tripathy
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/
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