Wasted years, oh how they weigh
Heavy on the heart, day by day
Moments passed by, without a care
Moments meant to be cherished, now so rare.
The hands of time do not wait
for those who linger, who hesitate
The years that slip by, cannot be regained
The choices we make, have consequences, unchained
Regrets, they haunt, like a ghost unseen
Memories flood back, of what might have been
Time we spent, chasing fleeting dreams
Ignoring the present, till nothing's what it seems
Lessons learned, can sometimes quell
The urge to take time for granted, to waste away
For in every moment, there's potential to seize the day
So here's to the wasted years of our past
A reminder to make every moment last
To live with purpose, to cherish every day
and to never let time just slip away.
- Author: Kathryn Amaka (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2023 06:09
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
True!! We take it for granted! Hopefully we learn from our mistakes, to appreciate the present.
Thank you so much ❤️
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