Youth

I squandered days,

months,

years.

I squandered youth,

living in my moment of reckless abandon.

I did not treasure it

nor cherish it,

I lived it ,

not questioning the consequence,

not questioning forever.

If I laid down my blunders

like a feast on a table,

would you cut them one by one

with a scalpel and examine their severity?

Would you ravage them like a vulture

does roadkill .

Would you judge ?

or would you celebrate,

 lines blurred ,

coloring outside the lines,

the beauty of risk,

  lessons learned,

wisdom extracted ,

a story of survival,

a story of life. 

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