Truth Of Adulthood Poem by Okenyi Sunday Chinweike

TRUTH OF ADULTHOOD.
Truth spied on the veil of days ago
When day trails
mixed with tottering truth and beauty
I wish I still love those days
When tells fill the void of my fancy
Silently prying ears to feed


I wish I can still hear many voices,
Praising and scourging me,
For good and dim-witty.
Which builds in me as morning cloud,
pass at ease but can't end passing.


The dance in rain,
Joy Of my embellished childhood,
Reeling and spinning,
Naked with no shame,
But minding the fumbling rain.
In end of uproar in the sky,
When sun shows its beauty,
My legs will slide,
Far away to water my palate,
In sweet sand dinning to my taste.


Time to time that shade beam of life.
My love unripened the days,
When I laid and sat in tranquility,
Watched by protective eyes,
Shimming passionately with child song.
A clap of hands,
A fond giggle,
Wearing a thousand laugh,
At the end; undisturbed sleep.


If truth is meant to be veiled,
Child's Dance, play and song,
Will remain a calling to man.