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
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