Misspent Youth

Time tells all

On young or old,

Short or tall

Of what we bought or sold

Thoughts are fraught

With things we buy into.

And what we bought

Are the things we do.

Sometimes those things

We will have to sell

Their use no longer rings

True in our hearts to tell

Who we are in older years

Those things we didn’t buy

Has brought to our eyes, tears.

Youthful indiscretion leaves a why.

In the golden years of life

We examine those lost desires.

We no longer want the strife.

So once again we’re a buyer

Looking for the things never bought

In those youthful indiscretions

Those things we want are now sought

And bought

And hidden

In our hearts

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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1 Response to Misspent Youth

  1. Scott says:

    I definitely relate to that!

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