When I was young
I detested being told I was young
I acted the script of adulthood that I conjured in my head
I grew beards with all herbs, and enhancers
I grew muscle all over me in the gym
I memorised some wise sayings
And when I was done, I walked about with my head held high.
Now that I am old in the real sense of being old
I detest being called an old man
I try to do away with old men's things
I dye my grey hair black
I shave all the beards I grew zestfully
I eat well, rest well to muscle up
I learn some slangs of young boys
And when I am done, I walk about with my head held high.
the young and the old...... and how you react to times.. in your life.. a very nice poem. i smiled at the end.. thank you dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice write... I would like you read my poems and express your views too... Keep it up.. I walk about with my head held high Naila