Metamorphosis Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

Young girls sit and wonder why
This old lady never seem to try
To comb her hair or paint her nails
Or walk the street, on a high heels.

She looks at them and then she smile
Knowing their thoughts and how times fly
She see herself in them when time
Was kind to her, in her prime.

Once a time she was like you
Filled with oomphs, youthful hue
Now she's drained by time and age
Time will come when you'll change

From what you are, to a lady grown
And have family of your own
Age will test your beautiful skin
Leave your face like your ugly kin.

That nana was cute and had fame
Wore short skirts and went to club
On a good day she was at the pub
Now she can't remember her name.

She was once pretty and needed no nurture
But has been grasped by the hands of nature
Learn, and give her no hysterical torture.
But look at her and see your future.