Shouldn’t Be Too Late

This is an advisory poem derived from a friend of mine that illustrate managing of time. For the past can never be repaired so every single time should be spent carefully.

I’ve lived life many will love to live

I’ve done what seems normal in my world

Sin had been my closest friend

Had done the wish of devil long enough

Parent’s kids wasn’t too hard to beat

This was my most perfected life

 

When the day awake

Before the first c**k crow

Cue of parents at my home door

Each with their heart broken testimonies

Of the deliverance I gave to their kids

These testimonies was none but of warnings

 

I need not an alarm to wake then

This cue of parent’s testimonies

Always my perfect timely alarm

This I believed was my most perfected life

 

Walking now, down the street

Seeing these kids-grown men without strict

Examining where I am with;

Where they have reach

I gulp out all my never shed tears

This my thought, perfected life

Has truly of truth ruined me

 

I then hope to revive my past

But a voice echoes;

Out of the river in my heart

It is too late…..