Youth

Memories of things that were and things that could have been.
A double-edged sword that brings both relief and regret
Pain and joy
Hope and fear

Ooh to be able to savour again
That which was lain before us for our indulgence.
Which our greed denied us the opportunity to enjoy it
A delicacy so richly prepared but so poorly consumed.

It now and forever will saunter,
In the belly of the beast,
The behemoth created by our impatience.
That aborts the ability to live
And lulls us to sleep today
Dream of a better tomorrow

Is it too late or
It is too late?