She will not see the girl again
Who cast all caution to the wind:
Who laughed too loud, and loved too hard —
  But age is not a crime, it is
  A sort of joyful dancing after dawn —

She can’t go back to how it felt
When everything was way too much,
And way too good, and way too new:
  She got a turn on stage, so now
  She’ll take her pleasures where and when

  She finds them