My Birthday Poem by Tony Adah

Every year when the time comes
To commemorate my birthday
I think of my grandpa's straw hat
That covered his bald head
Like our lush vegetation
Covered our habitation
I feel like adorning it
To hide my receding hairline.

I want to pour a confetti
Of his treasures-
One penny pieces
Three pence pieces
Six pence pieces
One shilling pieces
And a wad of termites devoured pound notes
In nostalgic obedience
To the history of the value of things.

Every year Iam humbled
By the irreversible past
Bidding us bye
Nothing can change it
It has come
It has gone
It also remains
In our homes built by nostalgia,