Robert Isaacs Chiwala

Tears Of Desperation

Regret has no remedy

The past is irreversible

My heart too heavy

Sorrows that cannot be soothed

Like unquenchable thirsty

Paths that cannot be mended

 

I wish I would be good child

I wish I would be nice to them

I envy those children -though

Whom theirs -still breathe

Yet rude to them, have became

Only in tomorrow regret to taunt