Today, much like everyday
a young person who has made a poor choice
Tried to cover it up with a lie
“Who snitched on me?” instead of
“Wow, I’m sorry for that choice.
I’ll work on it.”
Oh, the humdrum of high school,
the blissful buffoonery of youth.
How happy they make their parents
How difficult they make their own lives,
lives rich with potential and rife
And yet, each one is still better
then the sum of their mistakes
growing into greatness
despite the folly of today.
If I did not know better,
I would call them magnificent.