Days Not Wasted

Looking back on the
Life I burned

Worked twenty years;
Not much earned

By so many friends
I was spurned

And for my past, I
Often yearned

These days, I find myself
Unconcerned

Now I’m happy that I
Never returned

A day is not wasted
If I learned

The final two lines popped into my head on 2015.05.20, along with rhyming words “earned” and “burned”, and I scrawled them down the next morning, but could not complete the poem for two more days.