Crying Over Spilt Milk Poem by Qiniso Mogale

Crying Over Spilt Milk



Crying over spilt milk
Regretting past mistakes
Reminiscing over lost opportunities
Failing to realise that time is priceless
Forgetting that time is precious
Wishing to take back the hands of time
However, all this proves futile
All this is useless
Lost time is never recovered.

Let us all treasures time
Let us all cherish time
Let us all honour time
Let us all respect time
Let us not procrastinate
Let us not postpone
Let us do all we can in the afforded time
Lets say all that needs to be said while it's still time
Let this be the prerogative of all.

I have learnt the hard way
Time has taught me much
Time has humbled me
Life on earth is too short
Many waste time holding grudges
Many waste time running after earthly riches
Many waste time running other peoples' races
Neglecting their own race in the process.

Having wasted time
Many are left with regrets
They cry over spilt milk
They wish to turn back the hands of time
But lost time is never recovered.

Sunday, March 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: modern
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