He was once a well-built youth wielding young power
That waned little by little with every advancing hour,
Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast,
Very stout and with less manly things contented least.
Sweet adorable girls cooed coyly under his juvenile charm
And the irresistible lover would brandish his wicked smarm
That got the whole village sick with his rare masculine clout,
His unequaled skill and unrivaled sway were never in doubt.
But now grey hair and a curved back and neck are all that’s left
Of our once-upon-a-time macho man unforgiving and so deft.
I saw him childishly chew on his pink lollipop down the road
Grinning and halting rather often to pick some rusty metallic rod.
Agga Aggrey was a male of superior standing in his day
But he forgot that both strength and youth soon decay…
Young, we started life together but fate forked us separate ways:
Some folks continued while others dropped out at the elementary.
On and on we were done with the competitions of the basic days;
Andrew became a schoolmaster and Aggrey a sly entrepreneur,
Augustine became a man of science treating and mending the sick.
And I became a tottering tinkerer of prose and a weaver of rhymes.
I still wish to know what became of the boys we called Peter and Dick…