Sometimes we love, sometimes we hate
We love the wrong ones
We hate the wrong ones
And when we realise, it is already too late
Sometimes we accept, sometimes we reject
We accept the wrong ones
We reject the wrong ones
And when we realise, we do a painful retrospect
Sometimes we hope, when we should not
Then we give up hope, when we should not
Sometimes we stop, when we should walk
Then we say nothing, when we should talk
In love, in life, in our daily dealings
We let go of things which give our lives meaning
and hold fast to fading illusions
If only we could see and have vision!
Then we would love and accept aright
We would not hate and reject amiss
We would give and take a chance
We would correct, do and start off better
But, what if it is our fate as humans to never be clever?
I hope you find the strength
I hope you go the length
For even if it seems too late, it is better late than never
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
This are the many mysteries of life, that's why we have second chances. i love this part of the poem sha...
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We let go of things which give our lives meaning
and hold fast to fading illusions
If only we could see and have vision!
Then we would love and accept aright
We would not hate and reject amiss
We would give and take a chance
We would correct, do and start off better"