The Cost of Delay

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I chased the shine of borrowed gold,
Counted wealth before my soul grew old.
Money spoke with a silver tongue,
And I believed every song it sung.
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A woman once stood beside my fire,
Not asking kingdoms, crowns, desire.
But pride and power clouded my sight,
So I traded warmth for endless night.
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Power arrived with iron hands,
Promising control of shifting sands.
Yet every throne I tried to raise
Collapsed beneath my selfish ways.
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Beliefs I wore like sacred skin,
Certain I could never sin.
But truth moves quietly through the years,
Often arriving dressed as tears.
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The hardest lesson fate can give
Is knowing when a heart should live.
A timely choice, a simple word,
Can change a life without a sword.
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Too late - the clock became my judge,
Time remembers every grudge.
And now I know what matters most:
Not the riches men can boast,
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Not power’s shadow, cold and tall,
Not crowds that cheer a rise or fall.
But love, clear beliefs, and courage true,
To choose the moment meant for you.

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