Tuesday, 29 April 2025

Advice to My Younger Self by Fiona Carstairs


Dear younger self

This  advice I find hard to say

Because my young self

was born into the life of yesterday

 

Ideas and modes written

From a different text

No distractions like iPhones

Face Book or X

 

Our parents were our influencers

The friends at school or home

Our family would share and keep

Us safe, we had little chance to roam

 

There were even then things

To distract and entice

Like getting drunk with friends

Taking drugs!  Such  a vice!

 

But I managed to steer through

These pitfalls that suck

Some by good judgment

But mostly by luck

 

So what would I say now to this

Dear young friend

Be happy  and live healthy

It pays in the end

 

Don’t give your heart away too fast

Relationships can break

And leave a lifetime of regret

Strewn forever in it’s wake

 

Stand up for what you think is right

Don’t be afraid to disagree

Of that which goes against

Your conscience or your liberty

 

Be true only to yourself,

Others should not hold sway

Thank you for all you’ve  achieved

It made me the woman I am today

5 comments:

Jennie said...

Fiona you have captured the changes our generation have witnessed and experienced in a gentle poetic way. Life was much simpler but only for some, there were other difficulties besides technology. I liked the wistful feel of your words. Thank you.

Irena Szirtes said...

It will come as no surprise to some that the last 2 verses resonate with me, they tie up with what my younger self needed to hear!

Suzie Pearson said...

a great interpretation of the theme!

Liz said...

‘The Life of Yesterday’ - we were so much free-er to make our mistakes without there being a permanent digital reminder. Like Irena I find the last two verses of advice still ring true about being true to yourself, and brave, which means not being a people - or social media - pleaser especially when the trolling consequences can be so dire. I admire our grandchildren and their ability to navigate the world today. It’s not as easy as we had it.

Ann .R said...

A poem for our generation, I think each generation finds its own way. I would not like to be young now but I can remember my parents saying that !