Youth is wasted on the young
as they sigh and shake their heads,
weighed down by decades of wisdom
"If only I were young again"
complaining about that arthritic knee.
But is it wasted?
I might not live every moment in pure joy,
But I live every moment to the fullest
You say I waste my youth away,
But I grab every moment,
relishing every opportunity.
They say we do not treasure it,
But I do
I might not know the right decisions to make
But is youth not innocence in disguise?