Poetry

Time

It’s here, old age
Hi, how are you doing?
Feels like yesterday, the last time we met.
You’ve taught me a lot this past few months.
Learnt from my mistakes in pursuit to be a better man.
But this past months I failed as a human.
But once again you’re here.
My saviour
To lend me your precious time.
I didn’t deserve this much, but here we are again
With my face held high.
I promise to spend this time like it’s my last.
To grow and appreciate.
To not let you down.
And I promise you, I will be a better man.
For next time we meet.

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