Mar 142013
Born out of pain
A pain borne from pleasure
He’s become a treasure
Of parents to tame and train
Blossoming as a bud
Having no cares nor worries
Unaware of life’s complexities
He finds everything odd
But little does he know
That soon he’ll come on board
To either ply or soar
On life’s crooked road
In slippery youth
He fails to accept the essence
Of man’s existence
He becomes self-independent
A path to decadence
He has chosen as his essence
In the evening of his life
He begins to regret his past
Seeking solace in the future
Of his budding descendant
A wise old sage, become
Admonishing youths in their prime
Of another regret, prevent
Lo! History has itself repeat
Thanks @Yenie for stopping by
Nice.
@Jaywriter, Thanks dear
@uzywhyte,
I like the ‘regrets in the the twilight of life’ idea behind the poem, although I felt that some of the phrases could have been better constructed (for example, I would have written part of the third stanza as “He becomes independent/and chooses as his essence/a path to decadence”).
Well done.
@Tola Odejayi, The corrections are noted. I’ll do better next time.