My Regrets Your Lessons
I have lived believing I have to be right,
Overlooking my flaws, mind clouded by pride
Words of the elderly I ignored.
Sucking on my tongue, thinking to myself
Old man your time passed, mine is now
Let me live young wild and free.
As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks
Months and years pass by.
Gradually demons of days passed begin to haunt
Me. I thought myself wise because I learnt from
My mistakes but little did I know that I would
Be wiser if I learnt from other people’s mistakes.
Now fate has dawned upon me my sins
Being paid in blood, sweat and tires are
The currency in use. I regret my arrogance
And pride. Youths of future generations
Learn from my cries fashion, technology
And all other things will come and go
But the words of the elderly will last for
All eternity, learn from them, respect
Them, and above humble thy self.
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2017
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