Coming Of Age Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

Believe it or not! I have come of age
But I am not yet a sage
With all these stories in a baggage
It does contain any rage
Yes! I am out of the cage
And need not employ a carriage
Though left with many a bandage
The narration is rich in foliage
Countless and strong of many a rampage
They all proved to be a stress on my cartilage
Cannot ever obstruct the forage
Many efforts sustained to prevent a stoppage
Thanks Almighty, there was no carnage
I know that many are in such a bondage
I want you to hold on to this adage
Thou shall see means as tools to assuage
Forget about the story; long in mileage
Testimonies and praises shall be your footage

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
(C) 2014