Poetry A Life
Friday, February 1, 2019
Wasted Youth
Wasted youth,
a boy uncouth
A wonder to behold.
Destroyed so many selfish dreams
Afraid I wasn't bold.
I sat and cried
Sat back and didn't try.
My life is good and
Filled with love
This I understood.
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