We used to have speech,
But nowadays we are speechless,
We used to be worth,
But nowadays we are worthless,
We used to have power,
But nowadays we are powerless.
Just like King Solomon,
The old men are getting,
Older weaker but wiser,
Even though as fragile as eggs,
Just follow the river,
And you shall reach the sea.
There is a very small difference,
Between enjoying your youth,
And destroying your future,
Choose your hobbies wisely,
Choose your career with guidance,
The death of an old man,
Is the burning of a library,
For we have walked in that same path,
Witnessing and teaching,
With the experiences of our their time.
When time flies,
It never comes back,
Never take nasty decisions or moves,
That derail your future,
Make hey while the sun shines,
For an opportunity once lost can never be regained,
Sometimes people makes beautiful mistakes,
That benefit them in disguise,
But the Earth never stops rotating.
Someday you might lose everything for nothing.
I wish I can turn back the hands of time,
I would have used my time wisely,
The talent I was God given,
Taken to the drainage,
By me myself and i,
Now I am fighting against
My blood,
My own self,i mean,
I am my own enemy,
Hence I have no future ahead anymore.
Written by Lucky Ncube.
