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WASTED DAYS



At the dawn of a new day

She get up to yet another day of struggles and pain

 taking her wobble but yet steady steps forward 
Ready for yet another day of turmoil and uncertainty 


Being enslaved to endless travail and toiling 

Has become a sad and yet painful reality 

One she herself had made into an actuallity

It was not always this way

She had not always been on this path

For she had her season

Her seasons  of youth. 



Her once robust and beautiful physic 

Has become a fragile unrecognizable self

Are beauty which was once her a pride

As been reduced to a bare fiddle 

With her daily life she goes about 

Forever being indebted to labour and sweat

Her once pleasing  life has been reduced to nothing but futile



How time flies, 

For she remembers her days of youth

One bubbling and buzzing with life

With whom joy and happiness  shared

Times she thought would never cease 

And With these thoughts she was led to ease

And never for a second she felt

 will such times could come to an end

 she remembers past mistakes, missed opportunities and wasted possibilities 

And all that she has lost, never again to reclaim 



Now all she strive for is the family she has attained 

No longer living for self, she's been long been dead in heart

All hopes and dream she pins on the her young Cubs

And the very best wishes for them

She Prays they never go down this way

One crooked and that leads astray 

 

One of wasted youthfulness 

One She had made grievous sacrifices 

one  to pay probably for ever with her peanut slices 

Even at these she smiles and tends to find herself happy 

Admits struggle and hardship 

But deep within is a withered heart

As night falls she lays those aching back to rest 

Preparing for yet another break of dawn 

In these unchanging circle she constantly dwells.

Patiently waiting till she breathes her lasts

Don't weep for me ,she says to the pitied mind

For I pray you confined with what have left behind 

As I will forever dwell in regret and relinquish 

Cause these indeed where wasted days


Nellup Ason