• ochuiaa 8w

    The Regret

    As the second ticks
    So my days' count
    My existence fading away
    Like a shadow

    I think I am at my prime
    Why do I get aged and young
    A mystery I try to unravel

    I wonder how it happens
    without my knowledge
    Every day I aged

    With untrue tales of my prime
    as the second slide bye
    Never to return again

    Now, I lost this phase
    Grey hair Emerge from
    one to two then its turns all Grey
    I screamed at the sight with terror
    And with Dewey's eyes

    Thinking of the lost opportunities
    In regret
    As the clock ticks
    Signaling the end of time.

    ©Ochui A A
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