Each
day you move closer to that road
of
an inevitable quite end yet you can’t
realize
how close you are to that point
that
day when you will see your last sunset
the
day is getting so busy while you waste it
Has
never comes across your mind
at
the end of the day here on earth
either
by death or when your creator calls you home
of
what account will you give your maker
when
you meet at the last lap of your journey on earth
A
wasted, shattered, worn out amounting to nothing
just
carried on so long wondering about
with
an aimless journey from pillar to post
becoming
an empty shadow within
that
can not stand erect you’ve wasted it all
Going
all around with you face
of
regret of indecision not making high while sunshine
alas!
you scream out ha! When the last scene of your life
is
been played to you, you see it for yourself
wasted
life, wasted years oh how foolish
At
dawn you see people waking up
rushing
out to work preparing for the future
you
are busy sleeping away been idle in frivolity
an
aimless visitation from pillar to post
amount
to nothing becoming a trouble to the society
A
liability to the nation
a
nobody going no where
an
article of no commercial value
jerk
of all trade and master of none
good
for nothing fellow see them
You
see them everywhere you turn to
they
never seen anything worthwhile doing
all
they’ve gone with the wind
goalless,
visionless, with an empty face value
wasting
away…to an inevitable quite end
Wasted
years oh how foolish
as
you walk through this life
amounting
to nothing
