Old Age Not A Pride

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Some are proud to be older than me
When I’m not proud to be someone’s elder
Everyday young is what I plead God to be
Cos I don’t want to be a history in years later

You’re getting old and approaching your death
A phenomenon I wish can be erased
It only sends you to that lonely depth
In the memory of your friends, you’re erased

Though it’s a road everyone must ply
The old wish they can once again be young
Knowing death always makes the mouth cry
With tears that may be with love ones for long

I write as if forgetting the unplanned end
A moment when things don’t work as it should
When buckets are kicked by the young with no amend
My ink tries to avoid it as far as it could

I never want to grow old with having nothing
A reason that makes me forget my birthday
All my desires are still labelled longing
Hoping someday they will come my way

By force is how I’m accepting it
When my facial structure attempt a change
Then I have to fight for here is it
Making sure I leave a remembering change

© Chris Ekong

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