Wasting Youth Poem by Randy McClave

Sow your oats when you are young
When that taste is still upon your tongue,
Don't wait on time and controllable forces
Soon those oats are eaten by wild horses.

Have your memories for your tomorrow
Plant today, without worries or sorrow,
Tonight be happy and party and or sing
Go out, and then have a fling.

Everyone should enjoy life to the fullest
One day we each will be on someone's bull list,
Years of work and years of going to schools
Now is the time that we break 'some' rules.

Youth is wasted upon the young they say
As they always squander their adventures away,
When you are old you have nothing but your pleads
So, while you are young, plant some seeds.

Randy L. McClave