My Days Won'T Pass Me By Poem by Dimu Eric Olowo

He stood dejected and forlorn
With a deep sad countenance
Staring back at the past,
The things He could 've done
But failed to do;
The simple errors of Life
That a single act would 've mended.
The unsaid burning words
That was never spoken.
Deep sighs, aches and moans of pain
Heard, but pretend was never heard
Arose today, from the ashes of yester
And the presents buds the 'morrow.
Stood He dejected and forlorn
For His undone deeds now haunts Him