RADDLED

This leaf is raddled

Saddled by the reigns of ageing

Ageing which happily flaunts its job

To the fascination of time

And takes ridiculing as its compliment

 

This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has seen all shades of the sun;

Mild, seductive, angry, angered, and frightening

But none blinded it

 

This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has seen all shades of the wind;

Breezy, windy, stormy, tsunami

Some with its friends; rains, thunder and lightning, but still stands

 

This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has been stepped on

Parts torn, pests infested

And has seen many sicknesses but stood well

 

You’ve just started your reign

But you still are a leaf

Be no tool of ridicule

That will be sarcastic to your future

As your future me may make countenances, no matter sweet, coil.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014