The fears of harvesting
Now become greater
Than the excitement of sowing
For the reward of the deeds
Is not worth to drive home with
The advises not taken
The happy days gone
Precious times wasted
Great opportunities lost
And golden chances missed
As you now sit to ponder
On all the mistakes made
With chin buried deep in the palm
And tears running down the face
Now to pay the price
And there remember the old adage
But as you have known
It has always been last
Regret
Solomon Sakyi
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Poem topics: happy, home, lost, remember, running, deep, great, face, precious, golden, worth, reward, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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