Adulthood Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

That boyish mind is still there. That nonchalant mind of childhood still sticking unto my hour like dust clinging to my hairs. And that rough edge I prey on is loosened upon my motives. So goes this world of adulthood where madness is fashioned and wisdom worn as a rag to linger wIth the waste of years! charity gains a man's heart. Loses are his arrows not his aim, peeping through darkness like the owl calling men to stray against the beat of their hearts.