I Envied the Baby
I envied the baby
and felt I grow old.
when I carried the baby
held her hand-in-hand
i felt old; the baby is a new-life.
But one day, though I don't know
what the future holds:
I see the baby grows old too.
back to my consciousness with
the baby; I feel I grow young.
I envied the baby.
Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2016
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