Poem called ( youthful) tell me how you like it?

The clock is ticking and time is ping,who knew how quick those once perky could sag. skin that was once taut and tight, i go look in the mirror now it looks mature and ripe. All these crinkles, wrinkles and lines. Gosh iam disliking father time, yesterday i was the cat's meow. but now i can't even get a purr my way, what happened to the once million dollar face? if only i used my youth in an unwasteful way then maybe i would not mind being this way. the sun has set and the cat calls are all but gone, so what now? how do i fit in this world again? when i feel like i don't belong. you certainly don't know what'cha got til it's gone.