My Boy Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

You have your two eyes deep in the blue sky;
You do not see jalopies that race by,
Trucks that gallop past potholes and craters,
Okadas that aboki butt across,
Only a wee inch of knocking you down.
In the shock, you perceive as it were dawn
From your shallow slumber and sombre dreams,
Ere the gentle and kind morning sunbeams.

The world is blessed with many good people
But the wicked abound in the rubble.
You set your beautiful eyes in the mist
Flying with the clouds that skitter and drift.
In all your hunger, food burns on your stove
As you dance and build castles on the move
Your bottles explode in the deep freezer
You do not even perceive the danger.

Up, higher and higher your keen eyes float
You dangle from there, yet seem to stand straight.
But all around and about, you just browse.
You often look sluggish, you doze and drowse.
Your clothes, bed sheets, e’en your body are muck
Your bedroom is like a small refuse truck
Your mind is yet to return to the hearth
From its never ending journey since birth.

Your eyes are far up in the graying clouds
My dear boy, come nearer, bring them downwards.
I see your future wholly void of gloom;
I pray that your energies boom and bloom.
Let your future and exploits be my pride
That I may exit the world undithered.
I have blessed your acknowledged intellect
That you may reclaim all that I have lost.