Youth

They say,

Youth is wasted on the young

as they sigh and shake their heads,

weighed down by decades of wisdom

"If only I were young again"

they grumble

complaining about that arthritic knee.

But is it wasted?

I might not live every moment in pure joy,

But I live every moment to the fullest

You say I waste my youth away,

But I grab every moment,

relishing every opportunity.

They say we do not treasure it,

But I do

I might not know the right decisions to make

But is youth not innocence in disguise?