With age comes patience

“Taking me back in time
Before I and enthusiasms
Had a misunderstanding
Under the Sun I was stunned
By new inventories I was told
…I couldn’t wait to see, shoes I mould.

Taking me back in time
When good morals were a chime
And bad attitudes were a crime…
Every girl to me was a food
Clothed but I drew her nude
Let’s call my imagination rude.

Taking me back in time
When I guided my love gates
Holding on to things I felt
Young blood, passionate and
Captivated by stainless plates
Until I used ceramics on a date.

Patience became a favorite tool
And all I have to always pull
Aging in grace, moulding shoes…
Taking me back in time
When the world was mine”
An old man affectionately rhymed.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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