The faults of mine

Forgive the haste of youth,
The waste of youth,
Her foolishness and impatience,
Her chatterings and dalliances.
She tries to put away the childish things
But, like barnacles, immaturity still clings.
Running ahead of God and man,
Leaving reason in feelings' hands.
Falling and crying on the sands of Time...
These are the faults of mine.