Tuesday, July 26, 2016


...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
I've just discovered a true song
About those who want to live long
After living old, grey, no more strong
They still don't want to die - "young"
Though for 'em life has been prolong'
When death comes sounding its gong
They run, lament, not wanting to belong
In their centenaries, silver iris, dull tongue
Thawed, rickety, barely heaving their lung'
Sound, Words & Sight all off their sprung'
Exciting, exotic, delicious all tasting like dung
Bent over, crawling on all four, yet they throng
Elixir of life they clamor for, flying to Hong kong
Given 1000 mo' years of youth in Land of Mong
I now know it'll never be enough for them to thong.
Ask yourself "What are they afraid of"
Uncertainties they can not be sure of?
Atrocities bought that now can't be traded off
Waves in oceans of guilt, they can no mo' surf
They feel it in their hearts, it's going to be tough
Earlier, intoxicated, drunk, high, they'd often laugh
At calls to think, reflect, understand a life free of stuffs
Stubborn then, senile now, it dawns on 'em it ain't a bluff
Indulgence in pleasures beyond measures till they'd buff
Forgot a time, chances, opportunities they failed to morph
Each day comes with new challenges, proving to be rough
Sadly they failed to prepare for this day, next comes scruff
Undeserved, age demands we respect them with a hat-doff
Stories of what, where, why and when told so often enough
Now, even their memories, tired of retaining wants to fly off.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
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