The Old Age

By Daniel Adamu 3 weeks ago

THE OLD AGE

 

I don't want to grow OLD

because my blood will wax COLD

 

I still want to PLAY 

and walk without DELAY 

 

I still want to DANCE 

to the songs of the birds in the far DISTANCE 

 

I still want to be a night HUNTER 

like a black PANTHER 

 

I love those days when I talk like PARROT 

and chew my CARROT 

without Sorrow

 

Let me enjoy eating NOODLE

and my eyes will see the hall on NEEDLE

again

 

I want to be like a

soldier on a battle FIELD,

YIELDING

But my years are passing in a jiffy 

how I wish to be a bit slower than 

Chameleon.

BUT If am alive I must grow old   

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Daniel Adamu
@Adamudaniel14
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