Your ignorance is understandable
You lived a very sheltered life.
Parents as unworldly as you
A world dominated by sport and activity.
You were led to church, you served at mass
Your church school preached the holy catholic line
First Fridays were sacred, we got out of class.
On the edges of all this were girls
Mysterious creatures amazingly attractive,
You were too scared of them to venture far.
No one said much about the nitty gritty of it all
Blindly you stumbled through puberty
One day a teacher explained it all.
Oh so that’s what that is, and that’s why that happens,
Oh really they have one of those?
Your lack of self knowledge led to one place
You blindly believed all you were told
There was no alternative.
Your timidity marks who you were
A gentle boy, eyes wide taking it all in,
A boy with ‘his wits about him’ you overheard one day.
I am glad you stayed who you were
Glad you experienced all you did, conflict
Doubt, success, inner pain, death, sickness.
For without any of that you
Would never be the man, you are today.
Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/poetry-prompt-dear-me/
Morpethroad 
A wide eyed innocent huh? That sounds like a nice Michael, but I imagine the Michael today is even nicer.
Oh he sure is nicer and wiser. Thank you Jackie for reading and your comment
Enjoyable poem.. I noticed you switched between “you” and “I” a lot. It did add a bit of confusion.
Thanks Lori, I take you criticism and I’ve changed a few around. Thanks for that feedback.
Welcome.. I am off to read it again.
It sounds so much better now. No confusion at all!
Good thanks again. Have a good day/ evening
Very nice poem. I like/agree with the ending very much. All the ups and downs; good and not-so-good moments all make up the story of who we are and how we came to be 🙂
Thanks Charlie, I am glad you have read and commented on this piece.
Awe that was a real share and insight to yourself thank you i loved that and could just imagine you then and it makes me think about my boys x
Well I was a boy once though you boys will have a different teenage time to me. I am sure their teenage years will present a whole new range of issues for them, but I am sure they will come through it and become fine young men.
Let’s hope so 🙂 some things remain the same teenage angst and wonders about the opposite sex hehe x
Ahh yes Justine I think you can be sure of those two.
Nice to meet you Michael. 😉
And you RoSy, says the ultra shy Michael, aged 16!
It was nice to meet your teenage self!
Thank you Pooky, happy to be part of your challenges, I will try and partake each day.
I would love it if you did, but not pressure! x
I love this…glad you are you too. The Grade 10 sex ed we got after one student got pregnant which Sister Dufferin told us she had jaundice and went on to explain the birds and the bees…a little too late for most. But luckily I had had my buddied in Gr 7 who’d drawn a penciled pic of what was what…good lord.
Hahahah…didn’t we discover sex in so many odd ways. We read My Brother Jack in year 10, our novels all fell open at page 103. Here was a very graphic description of love making never before witnessed by many of us sheltered young men.
Haha!! I would sit on the floor of my parents’ walk in closet and read my dad’s Harold Robbins and Ian Flemming novels at 13…if they were hidden there, I KNEW they had to be good.
Funny isn’t how we had that perception. A neighbour worked on the trains and he often come home with magazines he found left on the seats, many of which were very risqué, he’d leave them in a particular spot in his house and I’d have a good look, very revealing and often I had no idea what any of it meant.
I am so glad I checked your blog, Michael. There were several prompts I just was not into but I like this one, seems to be in what my muse is aiming at today.G-d I love my WordPress family!!
We are a nice lot aren’t we, you never know who’ll you meet next. So do Pookys prompts I think I am going to enjoy them.
A nostalgic look into the the boy who was from the man who is. So laughed ‘oh really they have one of those’ ! Nicely penned my friend.
Make that one ‘the’ 😦
Thank you Jenny, we find out the darkest things when we are kids.