Youth is not lost which was spent in earnest coinage, days exchanged for experience, for life! A day not wasted if drained in deep draught till the last drop. Not lost, not wasted, rather stored away, their transitory substance exchanged for solid coinage of the realm of life, time transmuted to lasting substance, things in the heart and mind which can never be erased. Youth is not lost but transformed, a thing of wafting beauty refined to solid gold.
