Did not have it,
So I craved it.
Could not afford it,
So I wanted it.
Finally received it,
So I savoured it.
In time got bored of it,
So I stopped needing it.
For granted I took it,
So I forgot to value it.
Only later to lose it,
So I held tightly on to it.
It was too late for anything,
And letting go, the hardest bit.
Now, I sit with sweet memories.
Realising the real value of it.
I love the way you played with words in this poem :). I could not get enough of “it”. Lol.
Yeah there are too many “it” hehehe thanks for your comment. Much appreciated!