I would brood over my wasted years
And all in vain I would cry these tears
But the years have wasted not but yet
And I intend not to wait till death
For I have desires, passions and yearnings
For which I intend to make my life’s earnings
That I should suffer for the loss of my worth
And one day find myself a rot
But that, Oh! Lord, I shallest not
But to seek the things I have sought in thought
To pursue my dreams and in all its realms
Even in religion, to recite my psalms
A day is passed yesterday, today and another tomorrow
Swiftly it slips by, slides away, but yet shall find me not in sorrow
For I intend to conquer all my fears
And take a firm grasp on all my years
Less I find myself in tears
Brooding over my wasted years
©Nina Fabunmi 2016
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