A man regrets without looking at the other side. Beyond the river. Outside the wall that stands firm and tall.
That has its foot well placed underneath the ground. It’s root is where lost is found.
Dreams bounded by its hold. Blinding. Covering the windows that allows man to see beyond what is now.
Oh! Look to each day, listen to the song it sings. Notice what it brings.
For it does not take what that has been sown. Stop the sorrowful moan.
For a man’s predicament is determined by the garment that wears his body today.
For it is true, a foolish man wears the same garment of regret without removing it. Do not be the foolish man. Take it off.
Written by Grace balogun