The Next Milestone - Poem by emmanuel wonighan
Our progress through life is marked off by milestones.
The first is when we recieved first democracy on May 1999
We feel so free having hit to freedom.
The second’s when we are
It means for the next six years we are Teens.
Then we are twenty! No need to worry, still there is plenty
Of time left to waste.
Time left to fight, time to live, love, unite, produce, earn.
But no time to muse on the trickling of time,
Except when at each decade’s end, lo, we find…a milestone.
Milestones punctuate life’s seven ages.
Milestone to milestone we pass through the stages.
freedom to freedom, twenty to thirty.
Decade to decade, thirty to forty.
Epoch to epoch, forty to fifty.
Milestone to milestone, slavery to freedom.
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