Wasted On the Young

The past can be something for which we long because it’s the joys that we remember from back when we were young, healthy and strong, romance in blaze (that now seems more ember). Friends, easily won, were true companions who partied with us in celebration, while now our path is all mountains and canyons – hard journey taken in isolation. We fool ourselves with such comparison. Our recollection’s illusion. Although the best of them may already be gone, these are the good-old-days we’ll come to know. Let’s hope we won’t feel sorry once again that we didn’t appreciate them then.