When Your Wasted Youthful Age Mocks Your Old Age Poem by Adams King

A word here a word there
What have you learnt, O naughty head
Knowledge here wisdom in the air
What have you learnt, O naughty head

Upon playgrounds you wasted your time
Unknown to you, your ongoing prime
You dislike the face of the night moon
and the morning sun that wakes you to school

Now your bones are fully old
Your youthful age had earned you no gold
So bitter became your playful memories
Oh! Most piteous is your shameful story

An old grey hair had you become
You pray for your own death to come
No knowledge had you in your treasure box
Now to you all doors of success locks