My Now And Then - Poem by ross boss
My first moments into the world, different looks and smiles gazed at me, and stuck a name on me,
They called me a “BABY”.
Hearing dis, I acted like one cos dats what am believed to be.
After some years into the world, my name took another dimension.
I was given another name, the two middle letters was changed to one vowel, I was called a BOY.
As a BOY, I started going to so many places, seeking for many things.
I sought for friendship, education, and fun.
As a BOY, I had nothing else to think of except for these things.
Some years into enjoying and even getting lost in my 'boyname''I met someone who called me a MAN.
Not a BOY but a MAN, Sounded so fierce.
Immediately, my attitude towards things changed as I lost the initial three letters that made up my name to another! A MAN.
Just like the sound and characteristics of the name
I became so determined, so active, so loud, and so fierce
I searched for knowledge and I became a voice.
I was transformed and reborn
I became overwhelmed in it and I was loved for it.
The outcome of the love made me see another part of me,
The bearer of the name I once loved and cherish,
The one who acts as the fulfillment of my lost world.
He grew up, and as small as the product was, he gave me another name.
He called me FATHER, Strucked and amazed I was.
To be called a name so beautiful by a part of me.
I started caring so much for the name, I became responsible for the sound, and i rejoiced in the name I occupied.
I called him something I’ve never said before! I called him My son.
Then years passed by, I kept on living as a father and my son lived as the fulfillment of my lost world.
I was so happy and fulfilled and never realized what was coming until that very day my son walked in to tell me he had to leave.
That moment, I said to my self.'How can I leave my self, how can my fulfillment say goodbye'.
YES, lost in thought I was till he walked in some years later and brought in something that added to my names
but this time, the beautiful name is now a surrogate to the other one I was called! Grand father.
Hearing this name, i felt a sensation snake through my spine.I started depending on my son who now took up the name i'd left 'MAN'.
Now, what more can i ask for except for the love I get from the family of my fulfillment,
it's fun staying with them, I laughed till I became so tired. and I left them when i needed to rest.
The bed looked so clean and beautiful, as I laid on it. The fresh air blowing nicely and before I realized anything,
I dozed of in a beautiful slumber and it turned out to be a name! THE DEAD.
A soul seeking name that only stands for sadness, I am gone but left two things behind on the faces of those that loves me the most, i left them Tears & Memories.
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