To Be Young

To never have seen what these eyes have,
of virgin knowledge, and innocence lost.
Age taints that which can never be restored.
It is in the remembering, where our loss lives.

There is never a way of returning to then,
too often we forget lessons we have learned.
Destined to repeat mistakes over and over.
Often too late when we see the past again

Stoic Poetry

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