Maturity Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

You hit my heart with the sword of your mouth,
Lashing and petting in smile you kill my ego.
Said of your words of love my heart bleeds in pity,
That in the world of the lads my actis laid.

Talking too much, selfish, ego loss, of these can be said less.
Gotten from you that a fool at forty is not only a fool forever,
Also a fool at thirty is a permanent fool.
Yet in my soul I'm being simple,

And non gets it not and call it immaturity.
From it the act of which I can't comprehend.
I love all I do but their understanding of me is less factual.
Braise yourself my soul and let your ego lay in you,

For you're the author of your circumstances,
And they won't be there to answer the question of your soul.
Talk less and listen more,
Also choose whom to interact with,
In this your honour could be earned.