The trouble I used to get into
ages ago when I was young
always started with an idea,
from my imagination sprung.
I’d wonder how something was managed,
or if it could be even be done,
though maybe it ended in trouble,
it usually ended in fun.
And now that I think about it,
older and wiser, perhaps,
yet my imagination is active
and I have the occasional lapse.
Trouble is never too distant when
I listen to that inner voice
and make a spontaneous decision
and try not to regret the choice.