by John Ambuli

Created on: November 19, 2010

When i was child ,

it looked to me,

like i would never grow old,

old men looked like fools before me.

I looked down upon them,

i always put my self  ahead ,

in everything that happened ,

i never wanted to compromise with them.

I pushed them aside easily,

Then i jumped ahead on the line proudly,

then i would tease them ,

I will knock you down oldy .

They would beg repeatedly,

the n i would feel like a king,

i felt like i owned the universe,

and everything that it has.

Little did i know ,

that one time ,

my turn would come

to grow old.

Slowly by slowly ,

my strength left me,

I couldn't force it ,

To stay in me forever .

My strength ,

left me ,

against my will,

i never wanted it to.

I can't chew any more ,

nor drink anymore ,

nor kick powerfully anymore,

nor laugh with women anymore.

I watch the young people,

doing what i used to do,

proudly and energeticaly,

and wish that i could caution them.

Today on this date,

i look like a fool ,

before the young,

i feel very ashamed about the whole thing.

It is my turn,

to look likea fool,

before God,

and  wish that i knew.

OOOOHHH!

poor me,

i wish that ,

someone had warned me.

Had i known ,

I would have ,

spent my youth ,

wisely.

I wouldn't,

have laughed ,

at old age,

ohh foolish me!

Ohh good lord ,

forgive me ,

this ones,

for iam now wise.

Tell the young onesthese secret,

that old age is gold,

spent your youth wisely,

for you live only ones.

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