THE JOURNEY AHEAD (A POEM)

I remember when I was young,

Nothing did I do but played and  ate.

Gathering we always had a song,

And scuttled around under the sleet.

At the wall geckos we threw mold sand,

and were elated when one landed.

The nights then seemed long,

Since I slept uncomfortably on a seat.

I accepted it though, because I was young,

And for that mum gave me meat.

She took me by, holding my hand;

If there was an occasion to attend.

Hardly did I know it would not be long,

For I have to achieve my own feat,

As none would wish for my being forever young.

Having me by his side on a seat;

"Your destiny", dad always said,

"Lies in your hand".

I now see myself as a thong,

Being purged by the heat.

For this future that to me seemed long,

Soonest i will meet.

I therefore must have myself well armed,

For uneasy lies the journey ahead.