I Saw A Kid Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

I saw a kid, quiet, adorable, so calm,
Who was given a gift incomparable – a new toy.
Like time his nature changed, as he had found joy,
And it seemed the toy had found solace in his palm.
But much to my dismay, his priorities shifted;
He was tired of the toy; the toy was tired of him.
And as they left each other, his nature drifted
Towards his old self – calm to the brim.

Is that not how we all behave,
When we fall into puddles of pleasure close by?
These puddles are graves; at their best, enslave,
And bringing out the worst in us, they try.
But when we leave it, or when it’s left us,
We get back to our old selves, much the same measure.
Why do we change the moment we encounter pleasure,
From our old selves, when that is indeed us?