Childhood
Childhood the short arm with a long reach
I’ve for centuries watched the sun sigh
And put his blazing tools down up there
But Childhood would still be somewhere nigh
Bleeding his zestful blood without care
Though with belly full of bouncy feeds
Childhood is a fair soul full of sparks
And just a seeker of some just needs
He is a bearer of nobler marks
But the hardest times would seem the best
When Childhood would flounder to glory
When he is caught in the toils of zest
And Nature’s tests are put to story
Copyright © Kehinde Oladare | Year Posted 2008
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