TOO MUCH TO FORGET
I didn't realize how powerful being young was
If I could turn back the hands of time
I would replay and delete all those terrible acts I did
All those I did during my formative years
But now, what can I say or do?
I made my peers lead my life
As I traced their footsteps into a shameful life
Indeed, there's too much to forget.
I didn't realize how beautiful being young was
If only I could open up the chapters of my youthful days
I wouldn't have made men mess up with my life
The bells of "IF ONLY"
The cymbals of "I WISH" keep ringing in my ears
The drums of "HAD I KNOWN" is beating
Beating so loudly that my ears ache
Indeed, there's too much to forget
I didn't realize how glamorous being young was
If only I could move back into the days gone
If only I could retrace my steps into my past
Goodness me! This time around,
I would have seen glamor
What makes a glamorous woman these days?
I lost that glamor in my prime
Indeed there's too much to forget
Family, friends, classmates alike
Heard laughter always
But those were not sounds of happiness
Those were the laughter that only a bitter youth can cry
They saw me smile daily
But those were not smiles of joy
The smile that only a disturbed youth can frown at
They heard me sing
But my heart could hear me weep
There's so much missing as I'm old
My smile, my dignity, my worth
It took me a while to understand what youthful days are
But it will surely take me forever to forget what it was to me
When advice and correction was not heeded to
Oh yes! It will take forever
Because I learnt nothing from the school of hard knocks
Indeed there's too much to forget
Poem written by:
Joyce Ohenewaa Kwapong
+233(0)267968373
joycekwapong@gmail.com
Activist, Women and Children
University of Ghana, Accra City Campus
Read more on my blog:
ohenewaa-kwapong.blogspot.com
*** I believe this poem will inspire you and I to make good use of our youthful days
Together, let us make hay whilst the sun shines
So that if there's too much to forget, those memories will be positive ones.
Poem written by:
Joyce Ohenewaa Kwapong
+233(0)267968373
joycekwapong@gmail.com
Activist, Women and Children
University of Ghana, Accra City Campus
Read more on my blog:
ohenewaa-kwapong.blogspot.com
*** I believe this poem will inspire you and I to make good use of our youthful days
Together, let us make hay whilst the sun shines
So that if there's too much to forget, those memories will be positive ones.
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