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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Empty Scrolls of Time: A lament for the Unlearned (The boy who regrets not valuing education) ~Jamuel Yaw Asare Kofi’s eyes once gleamed with mischief and wonder, but now they dimly reflect the what-ifs and if-onlys that haunt him. He wanders through days like a traveler lost in a desert, searching for an oasis that vanished long ago. He remembers the school gates, once a threshold to a world of discovery, now a reminder of opportunities forsaken. The classrooms, once a canvas for dreams, now a blank page he cannot fill. Regret whispers in his ear, a relentless breeze that rustles the leaves of his mind. ‘What if I had learned to read the world beyond the streets? What if I had solved the puzzles of mathematics and unlocked the secrets of science?’ Kofi’s heart aches with the longing to turn back time, to sit in those classrooms, to ask questions, to learn, to grow. But the clock ticks on, merciless and unforgiving. Now, he roams the streets, a wanderer in a world that moves forward without him. His footsteps echo with the silence of missed chances, a reminder that knowledge is the only currency that truly matters. Kofi’s story becomes a cautionary tale, a whispered warning to those who would squander the gift of education. For in the end, it is not the years we live that matter, but the life we live in those years.
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