In folly’s embrace, I lost my prime,
Wandering paths with the wrong lover, how sublime!
Time slipped away, a cruel pantomime,
Leaving me to rue, in this rhythmless rhyme.
Oh, the hours squandered, in love’s deceptive mime,
Chasing shadows, heedless of the warning chime.
Each stolen moment, a theft, a crime,
Leaving me with regrets, stacking up like grime.
But wait, let’s add a dash of sarcasm to this tale,
For who knew love’s pursuit would end in such a fail?
Like a sailor lost at sea, without a sail,
I danced with the wrong partner, oh what a tale!
I stand, with regrets in hand,
A poet of lost time, in sorrow’s land.
But let’s not despair, let’s understand,
That even in folly, there’s wisdom to be fanned.
For in the depths of regret, lessons are learned,
And from the ashes of mistakes, wisdom is earned.
To all lost time, a lesson hard-earned,
May it lead me to a love that’s true and unburned.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2023
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 