The Sacrifice Poem by Godfrey Morris

The ghost of the past haunts
As time passes and youth loses

I was young with pride and infectious
Passions
With beauty and lustful eyes
Pursuing
I resisted it all for virtue
With success

Now I am older, more wiser
richer, and more reputable
But still lesser in youth
And in beauty, lesser in
Wandering eyes though richer
In love

Youthfulness have deserted me
Though I try to recover it
It is lost,
time is irrevocable

Now I move forward
Praying it was worth it