Too Much Strife
You are just too young to be my age
every weekend, I rest on the beach
you are still single, I am engaged
if it is otherwise, nature you’ve breached
I have seen it all, I have seen life
from the taste of fruits to the snake’s bite
you still stand small like the tip of a knife
naïve like a fish-pond visiting termite
you claim you read, have you once been a nerd?
I’ve stuck to books for years like corn
and to many’s promised land I led
staying pure to my course like an old nun
you’re forced to compete but ignore the fight
now I know, I am nowhere near your light.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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