The Past

The Past

Like a permanent ink it will stain,
To be reversed it will never be the same,
We live our lives with an in-correctable mistake,
A scar that will only hurt the mind,
Memories that just makes you cry,
After those moments we reason why,
For every second we regret for a reason,
That’s really why we have times and season.
BY
SAMUEL NDUBUISI

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