The End

(Old age will teach you) My cup is filled to the brim let me pour down for I do not know what life will bring I never had a futuristic dream, I knew only now let tomorrow perish, I am old, I now reap what I sowed For my young blood days are what I sold; To what I thought is to enjoy, And for me among my peers to be enrolled, For a jew-man not to be my name. This is where my misery began. I never listened to the old, I will tell them that their days are old, But later to realize that I am cursed, For not have heeded to my cause I thought I was strong for me to take the opium, This is my end even my cloth is stronger than my man, The best teacher is old age, Then you will gnash your teeth to if I had known, Even the gods will laugh at you. """"""**** It is the end****""""" If this is true then I will make my future to meet my end, That the end will be my earn, That my earn will be my solace, My solace shall solve my needs. ©Abonyi Hyginus Ebuka