When we were small,
We used to dream about big things.
But poverty was none of them
As it is so big and rife.
Especially, in the land of my birth.
When I was in my teenage years,
I used to think that life
Is all about fun and girls,
As if l was a playa.
Luckily, l was not
Although in many ways than one l was hot.
I got old, as l get old
I realized that it was just a fantasy.
Crime and violence also becoming more rife
And that makes me sad
And less proud
Of the land of my birth.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful retrospective piece written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Camagu.
Life related piece of writing.... many things have changed over decades of the system of things... Nice write
When we were small, We used to dream about big things. But poverty was none of them As it is so big and rife. Nicely penned. Good work. 10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisedom with the coming of age.