As life goes on in true retrospect
I see the stars and moon crying
Crying for the advice elders neglect
The advice for roads to trying
I blame the world my mistakes today
What do I owe you but time?
As daily the sun keeps its tray
I could have been anything in my prime
How can I blame myself here now?
So many things I could but…
O the sorrows of hearts too shallow!
I am still here with the buts
I have to blame myself truly
All I could I sit at bay
Though the world awaits my folly
I’ve learn to wait my way
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