Hasty fools run towards danger, folly-
Turning blind eyes to dark addiction's lure
And seek too late for any remedy.
Today's youth fall prey to traps of pleasure,
The Self-erosion that these bring are sure.
Years swiftly fade away and none retrieved,
Then men regret how empty they had lived.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Rhyme royal - seven lines in iambic pentameter; one tercet
and two couplets (aba/bb/cc)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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