On Maturity.... Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

Maturity, a cunny fellow carves her room amid the loins of humanity,
in the era of life and the councel of time.
Hostile like the faceless wind
She makes her presence known with very little a deed.
An impartial fellow,
though not fair at times but wise in her deals.
To some, she takes their youthful delights in exchange for wisdom.
To some, she leaves at the mastery of their folly.
She may choose to walk a man down the paths of obscurity.
And with time she may choose to walk a man down the paths of discovery....