There was a time when I could not wait to grow up,
Tried so hard to waste my youth,
Thought my problems would cease as I became an adult.
Thus I never enjoyed being in my prime.
Took every day hoping the time would fly.
Time did pass as it always does,
Though I did not seize the moment,
The tranquillity of my wistful thoughts wasted,
Time which was so precious was taken from me,
Torn from my weak grasp.
Thinking on the time I could have utilized,
Trusting that by thinking hard on it that I could
Turn back the time.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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