The Sun of a Woman

As a woman's sun sets quick,
—the clock, it does tick tick,
The window begins short after your twenties
Be wise, a partner you must find before your time runs dry;
But know this, beauty fades not with love, 
—it's not age that matters a lot.

With the race for riches and fame,
—till your age reaches thirty five,
Alas, your choices narrow,
—settling for less, you must follow,
The street becomes your source;
A mate to make you a source of a child
—but not a spouse,

Your twenties, a time of prime,
—not a moment to waste, to climb,
For luck a lady finds in this stage.
Beware of men's ways,
As you pass beyond your twenties
Their affections, they may contrive,
For their gain, not love, you will see,
—a façade, a ruse, to use thee.

To seek a man with wealth and looks,
Yet ignore his heart and his deeds,
A folly it is, for you to take,
—for a life, with him, of pain will make.
The value of a man, it is in his heart,
Not his wealth, nor his beauty, a part,
—that shows the world a mask of gold;
Yet makes your home an icy cold.
A man who values you, build your life,
Together, through strife, through strife.

To wait for God's choice, a path divine;
Yet life is not a moment to recline,
For time it does not wait, but pass,
—and thirty-five, it comes fast, alas.
To choose and seek, a life of choice,
Not wait for fate to have a voice,
For life is an opportunity,
—to make your future, your destiny.

Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2024

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