As my days slowly turn older, I am constantly reminded of what life was like before. When I could run and be as free as a bird, when I could go hiking through the woods where I had grown up at.
The days that have fled so swiftly before my eyes. But I can remember each individual incident and the regret for wasting that precious time that I had been given. I had been allowed to have free will and do whatever I wanted for over thirty years or more. How did I waste those years?
On fooliness, drugs, alchohol, adultrious effections, fast cars and motorcycles, I was the Prodigal Son. I spent every thing until I was broke.
I had wasted away three marriages through my on stupidity, five children that I considered disposible. And now it comes back to haunt me.