Old Enough Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

My mum sreamed at me as if i'm a littun.
She approached to scold me just as a Briton.
I held her hand and pulled it down like a stong wall.
Just to convince her that i'm old enough.


I stooped to avoid the wave of her whip.
I intended to dodge the whip but i trip.
Laying helplessly like a slaughtered sheep.
Just to prove to her that i'm old enough.


She stretched forth her hands and dragged me up from the floor.
She reached for her towel and clean neat my flaw.
She even sat me down and gave me lecture.
Now i'm convinced, i'm not old enough.


She reflected back the aged days when she was like me.
When she always quarrell and used to be like me.
'No pleasant gain there', she counseled me.
Being touched, i said, 'When then will i be old enought? '.


The bitter truth is, you can't be old enough before your mother.
Because she guided your thought, even when you're a crawler.
She even advised, trained and cultivated you like a farmer.
Then, how can you be old enough before that great monarch?


Now, beseech you i, submit to her order.
'Don't do this, neither do that', heed, it is feliciter.
Say no not to her sweet bitter order,
To live old enough to serve her dim future.
C.2017