Dynamism - Poem by Vincent Somto
Why do every thing become clear when its too late?
Some have the taste of bad fate
Time, Enough it is to change
But altogether it seems too strange,
Why you did not kick your butt to work,
And strolling and jamming was your rock
Focus that effort on worthwhile stuff
And let the crust go puff
Utilize, Devote, Ponder, Meditate and dwell in the present
Lament not over the past, Work for the future
Don`t love to live, But love to live right and well
Sow the seed when the soil is still wet,
Or eat your hair when it turns dry.
Spend time in front of the reading lamp and substitute it for the scorching sun.
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