Turning a Man

Turning A Man Lying on my back and staring on the wall thrusts me deeper into ceaseless thoughts Thoughts of yesterdays and tomorrows that keep striking me back and forth Mixed memories of where I have come from but not the bleakest vision of what lies ahead And many responsibilities on my head now that I have grown a beard The society is looking up to me, and the world is at my feet to conquer Sadly, the bliss of childhood is over. And the baton of our fathers they hover And I too realize that growing up was a trap Cuz am stuck in this whole new world to unwrap Now I know am a man, and the happy days as a child are only memories to relish To play in the sand; bathed and be fed could only be a wish I am on a new journey of my own, one that our fathers will soon disown And when I look around I see nothing but Hope An illusion that continues to say that I cannot fail But suddenly I realize that I am the male And not to succeed to me is a big Nay Kwame Tweneboah Duodu