Young and untouchable with a lifetime to waste,
Days lost for nothing, but lived at full pace,
But you cannot go back and the seeds you have sown,
Despite all your tears, unavoidably grow,
So the old man must bear all the younger’s mistakes,
And the wounds earned in youth scar the older man’s face.
Then that grey-covered head, with experience filled,
And those battered old hands, now without strength to build,
Are left to confess and regret the old sins,
And bear the dead weight of what might have been,
Had not the young man of untameable will,
Like a drunk with his drink, opportunity spilled.
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