Daffodils

Many of Man
When taking dying breath
Understand the mistakes of past

Time knows no mercy
As the minutes dry
Chances have reached their last.

Clearing a life early
Needless anger and pain
Leaves open wounds still

War of the heart
Cloud of stubbornness
Opportunity loses its will.

No perfect players
In any game
No absolute right and wrong.

Clearer thoughts come
A true objective
Prevents misery lasting too long.

Spreading of politics
And needless hate
Social media pushes the will…

And while some are lost
Peace in the heart is abound
While drawing my daffodils.