O Zoë, all of sixteen years
How sweet it is to see your fears.
Your first job now, still an adolescent
This time of life the days are pleasant.
Like a coracle, I see you tossed around
Landlubber at sea, nervous at every sound.
But your course is open to any agitation
Not bound like a supertanker's navigation.
New knowledge about your body and mind
Tinted by hormones' evolutionary bind.
Ahead of you, paths and decisions
Many kisses, and love's revisions.
Dear Zoë, my advice is this
Be yourself. Smile. Mistakes record, not miss.
Remember happiness, sadness, the good and fools
With diary, pictures and memory's tools.
Treasure these days - because for many
They're shorter, blunter, cheap as a penny.
Rolling bidis in some dark shed
Or down a mine, and nearly dead.
Zoë, for you, life's just beginning
Despite jealousy, shyness, hurt - it's there for living.
So much to learn; the clock soon chimes
And you'll look back, reminiscing times.