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I dreamed of love once It was a schoolgirl's vision Trapped in adolescent fantasies Not even well seasoned Just a passing fancy Of imagined actions kisses and emotions If only I didn’t know then What I don’t know now I’d be ****** brilliant But youth has a special lie It speaks to itself That somehow what it thinks Is profound and meaningful Ahh youth, your lies were so clever Even you believed them Until finally the years crept up And did impart some wisdom… But at a very great cost Then eyes were opened To all new thoughts and possibilities Until finally it was understood That youth truly is wasted on the young And so age will long for youth once again But not at the price of hard earned wisdom
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
Youth Is Wasted
I dreamed of love once It was a schoolgirl's vision Trapped in adolescent fantasies Not even well seasoned Just a passing fancy Of imagined actions kisses and emotions If only I didn’t know then What I don’t know now I’d be ****** brilliant But youth has a special lie It speaks to itself That somehow what it thinks Is profound and meaningful Ahh youth, your lies were so clever Even you believed them Until finally the years crept up And did impart some wisdom… But at a very great cost Then eyes were opened To all new thoughts and possibilities Until finally it was understood That youth truly is wasted on the young And so age will long for youth once again But not at the price of hard earned wisdom
At 73 years old, I see I didn’t really know anything about real love in my youth. Not many adolescents do. But to have the vibrancy and health of my youth would be greatly appreciated now…
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
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