Younger people always seem to moan about their life. It's only when you get older you realise that that time was pretty good...mostly.

Your time will come

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Look at my face
these lines that crease across
are the marks of your unlived life
and some sunny days unshone
yet for you still to come

Inside my silver shine
is my 21 year old prisoner mind
I've been in passion like you
loves and hates and likes and fads
and God angry causes that meant everything
and went nowhere
carried a heart shattered to bits
more than once
and made whole again
more than once
ready for the next unwritten scene
(with no interlude ice cream)

I still flick my glances
not so bold like you
because age has a sound that nobody hears
but hurts pretty young ears?
or perhaps it's just my will weakening
or just fading, more
maybe even not there before. I forget.

You'll pick a time of your own
a freezing point for your immorals
you will look back
this time will be sunnier
and the foods will taste like God made them just for you
and the music will be better
with better dances

You'll shake your head at what is said
and click your tongue at the clothes they are wearing
because none of this happens in your sunny time
your bright and shiny time
the smoky halo that was then better than here time
what if that time is now?