The elderly people will say,
The young people are slay,
Too young and so childish
To me that is not an issue
But a damaging piece of evidence
Of the way they are thinking
How old they’re becoming.
In the office yesterday
Where I get pay, pray and play.
An NYSC member walked up to me
Mid age range twenty to twenty-five
Wrinkled, talking like seventy-five
Lacking alertness and anticipation
I laughed all through his conversion…
Not because it was shallow alone
Not because he disregarded a phone
Not because he was poor mentally
Not because his words are my enemy
But because I wish to remain young
To see how this fella’s song
Will be, when he is actually seventy-five.
I am Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche