Not Yet Sir

At nineteen and eighteen he said I couldn’t be seen his reasons being: too old, too sold, too mould for a being. So the young and toddler, to that world of pleasure and measure was his choice -couldn’t choose an old frog for a voice So like the devil in the Garden of Eden, he appeared with a fruit to broaden, And so in the name of the old Kiswahili saying’udongo upatilize ungali maji’ He acted dying On that soul so buying. And the results so painful Triplets on arms Illness at hand To such a young energetic ambitious being. Written between 2000-2003 Just the young thoughts of the young mind