MISSPENT YOUTH
Peter Woodgate
If only I knew then,
what I know now,
a time before these lines
were chiseled on my brow.
Knowledge,
oh, you come too late,
we can’t regress,
that is our fate.
A wasted youth in many ways
as all the minutes, hours, and days
turned into years of tender bliss,
oblivious of, just what I’d miss.
It was just I, against the world,
my future, it would be unfurled.
No thought for others, just my
dream,
a common trend, so it would seem.
And when I fear that I will cease
to be,
before my pen has gleaned my
teeming brain,
I will look back on errors now I
see
And think, why was I so insane?
Copyright Peter Woodgate Oct 2022
Yes it was insane
ReplyDeletebut, you would do it again,
but for the aches and pain.
It fuddles yer brain...
I think its called the human condition and most of us suffer from it, which is no excuse, I know.
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