Here are the pages from Target, Feb 1995, where these two pieces were published:

And here’s the other verse…

Sixteen long years ago On a fine Thursday of November A day of which I little know But my parents certainly remember

First sight of light, first breath of life A wail– good,loud and clear Beginning or ending of my strife? The answer is still obscure

Forevery day and every year That has rolled past since then Has been an oblivion of fear Till perhaps the age of ten.

After ten, my life cleared a bit And things began to make sense The jigsaw pieces started to fit In the puzzle of life that’s immense!

Teenage life– much awaited Seemed to promise many thrills And of course, it goes without being said Of fun, I’ve been having my fill

Now I see myself grow Accepting responsibilities Trying to learn what I most need to know My weaknesses and capabilities

I talk of sixteen years of strife That seems a long time, I know But is really just a fraction of life When there’s so much more to go!