Once again, adulthood is a scam.
Lydia Aremu@lydiaaremu315367
10 months ago
OCTOBER BEFORE 40
Doom’s month rush, inapt and abrupt, sits,
Like unending gold rush for deposits,
Overwhelming chaotic mental pic,
Aided by unexplainable pique.
Alas, my fears of failure sinking.
“Oh! When will I achieve.” Mind clinking.
In uneasiness, “For a thousandth time, work with wits
And be calm my spirits.”
Time, the straight-faced judge,
A foe to none, holds no grudge,
And cannot sieve all lost slots;
Hand them back like desired thoughts.
Childhood memories are treasures,
Moments of foolishness in leisures,
Guardians troubled; but being loved made it worth it.
Now, a wish to forever forfeit.
As the cool north-east wind rise,
A prompt wait is not wise.
Work and duty are not a superiority competition.
Keep at the work with wits, for luck is an apparition.
#poetry
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