The Joy Of Growing Older. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The world is shape by the laughter of big children
been brought into the earth ever increasing from start.
Our parents sew our childhood for us that
we may wear joy when much older and smarter.
Hunger hurts our pride as we progress in the journey,
We cry gently, we laugh in torment of all miseries.
Our lives count as the day chameleon to night.

We migrated from child to teens
the whirlpool of many rivers we counted.
Fear controls our songs and confusion ruled our souls.
We make ourselves new flags of adolencent, finding
identity, spreading tunes and tones of puberty controls us.
Teenage dreams hurt, academic activities bring pain.
Hoping to see the panic of adulthood we crave.

At eighteen adulthood sets in roughly.
We listen to reverberation songs of girls,
We ignore our larents advice to stay calm,
we become afraid of tomorrow's face.
Chirping rumours of what life is snatches,
the jargon of a new world streams in:
the uncertainties of life crossed paths in souls.

At the feet of marriage expression stares...
Time exploration pun a sudden throb to hearts.
We're caught between forging understanding
In the forging house of a new life of love.
Husband, a nightmare conquering wife's joy,
Wife, a shape blade of expectation to husband.
We clamour and crave for what we'll never have.
The mystic rhythm, urgent rhymes of death echoes,
speaking to our souls of another fearful phase.
We return to childhood at old age misbehaving and
sipping raw bleeding flesh of pains in the world.
Our blood rippled, our skins wrinkled Simultanously.
Until we close our eyes eyes and silent follows...
Children, pains, fears and agony are the joy of growing older.

©John Chizoba Vincent