Melancholic Nostalgia Poem by Lone Ghost

Melancholic nostalgia
from a desire never fulfilled
creeps up from the gut
to the chasms of the heart
while staring at the
remarkable aging
in the serious mirror
and wrinkled hands.

Blissful is every that one
who grasps the beauty
and strength of youth,
never coming to regret
how many opportunities
he allowed the wheel of time to smash.

It is late to have
a high-school romance,
it is late to party
like a reckless rock-star,
it is late to conquer the world,
but it's never late
to be and realize yourself.