Youth is wasted on the young
speaks an oft-told separation
between undone and being.
Undone relates to the heart
being identifies age –
both are unfulfilled and real.
The former embraces trust
the later lacks some judgment –
both encounter change and chance.
Bounded by space and time,
the young get old regardless
and then regret where and when.
Expanded by scene and tone,
youth abounds with new insight
and embraces what and who.
If retained with joy and grace,
if prepared for twists and turns,
youth need not be wasted.
MaddogPoetry 