This Is My Story

Claiming to live with a heart of stone,
I learnt how to love very late,
I misplaced priorities for chaff,
I’m not lonely, I feel alone.

I’m ready now but stuck in a zone,
Karma is serving in a plate,
Pain and regret through some of its staff
Losing hope in love? I was prone.

But found peace in the words of a crone,
I’ll one day lie next to my mate,
And would find no comfort in riff-raff.
I’ll find my type of chaperone.

Claiming to live with a heart of stone,
I learnt how to love very late,
I misplaced priorities for chaff,
I’m not lonely, I feel alone.

Tomide Abdul