Wasted Years How Foolish I Was Poem by Preston Mwiinga

WASTED YEARS

Wasted years o how foolish I was.- if only life had a restore point like in computers then I would have bavkdated it to the time my life to the time when I had proper timing of making decisions.

So many has been lost and not all can be corrected. The mistakes I made have left great scars in my heart and my life as a whole. Wasted years wasted years that my mother had. She carried me in her womb for nine months because she wanted me to have a better life and a good son. She loved me too too much that I became a spoilt child. Because of too much attention she gave I took advantage of everything in a foolish way. She was always by my side when things turned sour, she stood by me like my advocate, she gave me the best comfort when I was hurting inside. She was my angel on earth.


Wasted years o how foolish I was.- if only life had a restore point like in computers then I would have bavkdated it to the time my life to the time when I had proper timing of making decisions.

Look at me I didn't. Consider the types of associates I had, I ended up meeting wrong ones, the kind of places, I found myself in prohihibited places, the care I give to my body temple, I now became a drug addict and a major supplier like the seven spirits. I became a drunkerd such that beer started drinking me instead of me drinking it.

Wasted years o how foolish I was.- if only life had a restore point like in computers then I would have bavkdated it to the time my life to the time when I had proper timing of making decisions.

The toxinated substances I was taking, made me end up terrorising a lot of people. I choped off my mothers head because she tried. To advise me on something right, I slained my father in cold blood like a goat being slained upside down, I raped my sisters and inserted candles in their private parts, I robbed and bet a lot of people without any cause all because of the drugs I was taking.

Wasted years o how foolish I was.- if only life had a restore point like in computers then I would have bavkdated it to the time my life to the time when I had proper timing of making decisions.

look at me I stand lost, lonely and deserted like a prodigal son hoping to correct my errors but the scars are too much, my other mistakes cannot be corrected, my mother and father are gone I killed them, who will defend me now, who will give me the best love again. I have injured many people, I am was a criminal please forgive a sinner in me I was always such a fool all these years.