The Three Stages
Youth
Young as I am,
I engage in frivolities,
Basking in the euphoria of my youth,
Not knowing that strength wanes with time,
We dance to the rhythm of wastage and carelessness,
Caution is rebuffed and prudence vague,
nights are longer than days;we dine ,
Beautiful damsels colored our nights and hotel beds,
while wives dose off on the couch,waiting...
The Elder
Realizing that adulthood is not age based,
My Cataract is now removed;I can see clearly,
A Methuselah can have the mind of a Rehoboam,
A Cain having the wisdom of Solomon,
If I can reverse the hand of the Pendulum,I will!,
to correct the exuberance of my youth,
Now,you battle against the rotten ideas of yester years,
Body muscles not as vibrant as before,
Legs do not run;and mouth opens and cannot chew,
vision blurred as memory of the past brings reflection.
The Dead
Now clothed with celestial bodies,
We can see clearly the atrocities of men,
Being transformed into immortality,
our corrupt bodies that long for vain things are no more,
Our quest for greatness at all cost
is laughable and stupid on this other side,
Peace and tranquil reign here with love,
Hatred and selfishness are just mere flashes,
While corruption is expunge from our calender,
Mellifluous voices sing to the almighty with
harps,flutes and violins.
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Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2013
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