Youth is fortune,
And like a fortune it is spent.
But one must do so wisely,
Unless they will lament
When looking back ruefully
On what has not been done
In the years that were given,
When one's youth, then, was spun.
Soooo much truth in your poem.....youth, just like morning twilight...like a flash, it is dusk and sunset.
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wonderful words of wisdom while walking over the rune own limited time, never waste to repent ever, it is like span of precious hours in between dawn to dusk to weave our own waves to harvest moon, let us spin the way we need to spin, most inspiring poem, let us learn the economy of own youth very peak ours of matrix by the life. thanks for sharing dear friend.