AGE
It's struck with laughter
Clung to tear
Dangled in fear
Rose on courage
Men dipped down in mirage
Like a talk of Cupid
Thin line became thinner
Yet, little was from the wayfarer

It's clutched with hunger
Immersed in anger
But gulped for air
Like a chasing burglar
Men moved from a mile of forty
To mile of sixty
But lived behind forty's burlier

Thousands of days
Millions of hours
Minute in its billions
And millions of seconds
Past and moved
Faster and faster
In the sphere
Of man's intelligence
Seventy beat sixty
Toppled up with twenty
Lust banged to wane
Stronger and stronger
Ancestors were awaiting
To make their calls
For a lucky recipient
Will answer the calls with no burdening

It's clutched with pain
That that transferred the vain
To the land of an open secret.


(C) Olasunkanmi Sodiq Tunde.