Note to Sadie, Aged Twenty-Three
If I could tell my younger self but one thing,
it would be to marry him at twenty-three.
So much heartache I would have never known,
and I would not have reaped what I have sown.
A better place would I now be,
better than I had dreamed at twenty-three–
a home with room to grow,
riding high, rather than laying low.
Years, I have lost and let go,
toiling with nothing for it to show;
had I known then what I know now,
I would have taken that vow.