AGE BEFORE BEAUTY I Written by: Olabintan Olabode

Age Before Beauty

Tears of wasted grace.
How bitter?
Agony of wasted grace.
How atrocious?

At infant,
Tutelage from all sources;
With no worries
About what nature has to offer.

At childhood,
A bit sense of liberty,
And it seems like an eagle
Kicking its' baby off the nest.

At puberty,
Vicissitude emanating from nature
And a right to freedom of choice
Choice which suits personality.

At adulthood,
Grown with wings like an eagle.
Then, our likings are our choices
And our choices are our likings.

And so, we fade into the aged.
When the mirror would smile and say,
Oh man!
My energy level has diminished!

Pleasure and satisfaction will only come,
If we could boast we're fulfilled.
Then we would smile,
I am a man of my dream.

We shouldn't let the sleeping dog lie.
To be successful is to break boundaries
And build castles of honour
To which generation unborn will be testifiers

Tears of wasted grace!
How bitter?
Agony of wasted grace.
How atrocious?
                 -Olabintan Olabode
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