Distraction
So much time has I spent,
Reading to others for enjoyment,
Rather looking up for my present,
To summarize my past that He had lent.
Ridiculous!Ridiculous!Ridiculous!
How I wish to step up my game,
Give it up and raise my plane,
Like those ivories that were made,
Alas! I choose to be late.
Forevermore, I'm still late,
Glued to bobtube, caxtons and be laid,
Now I'm concerned more on these baits,
Please God! Give me a chance to repent.
edited-1/6/2020
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