My Grandmother Is Still A Man Poem by Babalola Jubril

Prime stage of her golden days,
Still wear a golden shoe,
customize her golden face,
Dig the golden land,
To look for the golden wealth,

Claiming her youth time,
Time, that had passed,
Time will never come back,
To the current life,
where ladies still wear time,
In their youth time to the old time,
Time fades away,

Grandmother still carries beds of rock,
With her both hands,
That lay like beds,
She appears in her youth stage,
With my grandpa on their bed,
Play like couples,
Climb the mountain to the brim,
Until she graduates all stages,
She loves to live in the youth days,
She weighed a man's weight,
My grandmother is still a man.

© Babalola Jubril J.