When I was Young

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It's rough but it;s what I feel now for my work is not yet complete.
 Peace be with all who pass by life without ever knowing what living is about Tre's Aeon

When I was Young

There was a time when I was young,
 When all that mattered was having fun.
Where laughter and joy ruled your day,
Not even fear could make you sway.

There was a time when I was young ,
  When making love was all you done.
Their have been many Lovers I must say ,
  They were all special in their own little way.

Oh, when I was young and filled with youth,
  There were no secrets,no lies just truth.
Their were no boundaries or borders for me,
  For I was the King the ruler of this kingdom down by the sea.

When I was young their was no thought of the future or what I may become,
  Where the decisions or choices I made mattered because I felt I was to young.
Oh yes these were the days alright when all that maddered was having fun,
  How could I have known that Life was a trickster filled with fear if your decision or choice was wrong.

Still I remember those days when I was Young,
  Like it was yesterday, but it has been so very long.
Their was a time once when I was young,
  When life held meaning and purpose and I could do no wrong.

That was when I was young you see,
  But now I old and life has lost its glimmer for me.
My Loves, my joys and hopes shattered upon this lonely sea,
  Yet here I stand a thousand years has passed and this is what's left of me.

Yes I remember when I was Young and carefree,
  For they are what's left of a life wasted and spent from a man who believed he was a King.
If only I'd listened when I was young,
  I would still be happy and carefree and feeling oh so very Young.

But like I said from the start that was when I was Young,
 


 

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