Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

Lost Years

When I was young and impatient
I couldn't wait to run out the door
Lost back in time, I left behind
Those choices I chose to ignore

I knew I needed to find my way
And make something of myself
But I just wanted to have some fun
And so, put those years on a shelf

This became, my revolving door
Determination turned to doubt
First I went in, but quickly then
The door I went in, sent me out

Standing in front of the mirror
My image now betrays my fears
I won't live forever, I know
Forcing me to mourn those lost Years

I love and laugh with lots of fun
That's something I must admit
But granted return to change lost years
I hope, I would change quite a bit!

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Cheryl Hoffman September 10, 2017 at 10:04 PM Very nice introspective poem Pat! I think a lot of us can relate to this nostalgic write!~Che :) Pat Adams September 11, 2017 at 2:44 PM A somewhat over complicated version of "Youth is wasted on the young", I guess, but true never the less! Thank you so much for commenting Che!... 80D....Pat