Like an ‘akuaba’ feeling static in beauty
Hoping from stage to stage feeling supreme
Testing all the best there is in skin creme
She used her nectar to taunt and haunt
Now Rakia sits in thoughts when ageing scent becomes palpable
She now sees what she was
Plantain which greened and is now riping
Ringing bells of rotting
Knowing not if she will be pounded and fried for “akraklo”
By the heated earth
Or be used as feed by birds still on the tree of life
She yearns to undo all hurts and frets
And wished she had chosen one right than all the wrongs in sweets
Now on the stone of forty and one
Regret tickles her mind
As fear mask her face
Why God refused to give her the needed knock
To jolt her into wisdom
She knows not
Now her mind looks
Wanting to take all that is near
In her quest to let her womb cook for the world
Refusing to search for the right in all
It dawns on her that youth is deception
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

7 replies on “WHEN YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE FLEES”
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🙂
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My pleasure indeed ));<)))))
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It certainly is but that doesn’t keep a lot of old folks from chasing it. Age doesn’t equal wisdom.
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Some yes, some need old age to grow in wisdom.
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Some live a long time and never get there…but some do.:0)
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True Pam.
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