George Egba - Age Exit

Salt on stone
Shame of youthful bones
Apt it used to be keen
If ancients men were teen
Used to settle on their eardrums
They used to feel it warning broom
On their materialistic and their mouse
Runs through their system compelling a browse
More and more deep into their pinnacles
They are found salt of the earth particles
And attitude of all atom eagerness
They rise more pillars of salt not permanent
Not for a lifetime filament for a reason
Long and short fresh from prison
The days pay off their ransom and forty youth fly
So high down to the adult sky
Where heavy ransom and reasoning is found
Reason to grow up reasons not be proud
So much reasoning about the happy past
In a sad ending making up fast

George Egba

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