As a young kid
I'd looked on the grey head with envy
Wondering what it is to grow old
Courage and authority is the air
That herald their presence
But little do I know
Of the troubles of adulthood

Now that I'm a full grown man
I look with jealousy in my heart
Upon the young sucking baby
Whose heart knows no worry
Whose little strain of tears
Is all its needs to have its belly full

And I wish I am young again
Back on the road that lead to my infant bed
In the cradle where I know no worry
To the back of mother
Where I feel save from the evils of this world

©Olatuja Oloyede
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