FROM THE EYES OF THE SITTING ELDER

Child
those who hurriedly opened their gates beneath them
…to eat from the first fruit of Adam
…to tear open their innocence
End up killing most dreams with rushing diarrhea
Becoming ghosts to success

II
Child
A young heart needs time
…to grow saucepan of maturity
…to fit onto the fires of love
So as to welcome appropriate fanning
…and stop confusing winds
So as to stop direct burns
…and get the right lid
…to protect itself from drowning
…in unexpected rains
For a heartbreak is like a bullet
…to the old
And a bomb
…to the young

III
Child
The mouths that warn have passed that chaotic stage
If you look carefully
…you can see those who rushed
…those who patiently waited to grow
…and those who just stopped to watch the rushing in jealousy
Can’t you pluck fruits of experiences
…from these classified human foods?

IV
Child
It is not all experiences that one must get
…first hand
It is not all rebellion that one must taste
…first hand
It is not all body callings
…that one must heed
…in youngsterfield
Life is a mathematical construct
…whose best formulas lie in our listening
…and watching
Utilize your blessing
…to farm the best of gardens
For your future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 18, 2019