Consumed by indolence,

idle being the frame of mind.

Moons  later, remorse-stricken,

he mourned over

the failures enshrined.


Couldn’t catch the wings of time

when it went high and low.

Didn’t have anything to reap

‘coz he did nothing sow.

All he has now

are lessons from the past.

How he could’ve used each day

as if it were his last.