Growth
Out of dust we were made
Men, in the best form
And in the womb we were laid
The womb of whom we all call mom
After nine months, we arrive
Unto this unruly world
Forward we all aim to drive
As destined by the omnipresent God
And like trees we grow
Towards the light
And like oceans it flows
The blood that gives the body its might
At teenage age, we begin to struggle
To make the future better
At any slight reprimand, we grumble
Even though it is to get our lives together
Emotions begin to spring
Emotions different from that of blood
The feeling of love and hatred that emotions bring
Drops on us with a thud
We progress to adulthood
Burdened with bigger responsibilities
Activities that alter our mood
We work with larger capacity
We become parents of our own
Family is all we think of
Waiting on our children to get grown
After we've catered for them enough
At one stage we become children again
The stage we become old
Depending on our procreations to ease our pain
Because we are no longer bold
And finally we die
And to dust we return
The scriptures do not lie
And for the evil doers in hell they shall burn.
Copyright © Abdulrasheed Ijaodola | Year Posted 2015
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