THE PANICK OF GROWING OLDER
By Fatimoh bint Zahra
The panic of growing older
Struck to my heart as that of the BOKOHARAM
It stinges me as that of the BEE
It seperated my soul as that of the RED SEA
From a TODDLER have lived a live of FULFILMENT
Have taken the steps of SUCCESS
Have carted away from FAILURES
But being a TEENAGER seems to be an ENDLESS WAR
From the scorching eyes of MEN
From the words of my MOTHER
From the DECEITFUL FRIENDS have got
From the UP'S and DOWN of LIFE
I could have lived an HAPPY LIFE
But the panic struck as that of the THUNDER
What if i grow OLDER
would i be able to PLAY
Would i be able to stand solemnly as BEFORE
Would i be priviledge to see those beautiful faces of my FRIENDS
Would i still be ME
These are the PANIC OF GROWING OLDER
The evils we were born with
The good we end up knowing
The seed of love that have been sowed
The cries of Growing older
When shall my soul takes its break
When shall my feet walk without help
When shall i outrun the maze of life
These are what gives my soul a hard knot
Will i be able to stand my olden days?
These are panic of growing older
What about yours??
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