Letter To Myself

I wish that I had written you when I was young and strong and wise I knew that I would never die I'd face the world without disguise but as I pen this note to you I have grown old and tired and weak but I recall that hopeful youth it is to you that I must speak I can but say what I was told to quietly sit and watch the crowd and see the good and evil there and think before I speak aloud and though I wrote it long ago I would not take my own advice and that has put me on this path with wishing that I had thought twice I've come to believe I was untrue to one I should have loved the most this shadow of my former self this youth transformed into a ghost