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Old age




My Grandfather (†); photo from January 17.JPG

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It Is just a figure they call in numbers

Had I have known had I have recalled,

My formation, my cries

All what it was growing as kid.

Didn’t know how I felt, ought to have remained

But I kept replenishing; development we think,

Happy I grew pubic hair, fine enough for the growing man.

Why the rush? When there is a time for every thing.

Perfect since I did my childhood impossible.

Years run by, years gone with different memorable events

Should have reached the space boundary

My brain has a limit.

As I grew older I picked the present memories.

Leaving the past for several glancing without a going back

Both good and bad, OLD AGE IS JUST DEATH







by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

(c) 2009 http://Onyecheonyeka.wordpress.com





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