Youth we waste when we are young <br /> when our life is just begun. <br /> Wishing half our life away, <br /> to be mature and a have our way. <br /> Then in time we're old and gray <br /> and our thoughts begin to stray. <br /> Next we wish that we were young. <br /> So many things we could have done. <br /> There never is an age to be, <br /> when all these things do agree. <br /> so value the time you have today, <br /> before you wish you life away.<br /><br />Helen Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-8/
