Wasted On the Young
In the reckless days
of my misspent youth,
my life of hectic days and
passion filled nights was
like a run away train.
No one at the controls. No
one to stop the train if the trip
was too dangerous, no one
to warn of the dangers ahead.
But now middle-age is upon
me. No more twists and turns
to life. Far too much planning and
not nearly enough adventure.
It is true you know, youth is wasted on the young.
When you're young, you're after money, glamour,
success. But when youth has disappeared, all
you're left with is a young brain in an old body.
Yes, youth is very much wasted on the young.
Copyright © Josette Key | Year Posted 2007
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