Ajar Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

Close that door, son
For I am old and my bones are weak.
I've seen 89 under the sun
Journey's been long burning up my wick.

See, when the door's open, son
The cold air gets into my lungs
I can tell you that that's no fun.
It's like having in you a snake's bare fangs!

Son, this life is but a journey,
they've said. You wouldn't like to see
Anyone open the door when (funny?)
It's not your time, yet. See?

So please close that door, son
I have miles to go
a little fun I may have, yes, fun,
Before they say it's time to go.