teenager

A Teenager (written 18 August 1965 by MFB at age 18)

A teenager has an easy life
Seven years, with nothing, but strife.
Learning for a future date
All that should be left to fate.

Old folks love to pick on us
Everytime there is a fuss.
Just delinquents so they say
All we want comes our way.

Do we cause all these wars
With people dying by the scores?
This is one thing they cannot blame
On the teenagers, just the same.

Look at the fashions in which we dress
Do we really look a mess?
The people who design the creations
Are the adults with imaginations.

We like our music as they loved theirs
Way way back in their teenage years.
Shocking dances become the craze
Not what they did in their days.

A very small few give us a name
So why give everyone the blame.
When we're young and full of zest
These are the years to treasure best.

Think of all the things you did
Back in the time when you were kids.
Not much difference can you see
Just bright clean fun you will agree.

All in all we're a great bunch
Despite the ones who love to punch.
What would you do without the teens
Who cause the despair and colourful scenes.