WASTED YEARS

do you need to be reminded?

that dust we were moulded 

and unto dust we shall return

like a chicken coming home to roost 

we sweat and toil each day

cussing and humming under each breathe 

hearts palpitate as we heavy a sigh

our visible end is near 

we use our mornings to gather 

store up grains for the later days 

lose sleep at night just to ponder 

finally dose off when we least expect 

our afternoons are clouded with bills

we triple our efforts just to live up

most times, we are not proud of our state 

feeling like losers because of others success 

our evening justifies everyone 

the end game where we recall the essence of life 

lying on our death beds reminiscing

life's not worth a penny at all

@talk2leigh

29 May 2021

1:41pm