White Hairs

I Don’t Want to Grow Old (For My Grandmother)
October 14, 2021
Old Age
October 14, 2021

White Hairs

Written by Richards Adewale Tanimonure

white forest,
where my years was planted
as tall towering trees
of sturdy wisdom;
tall strands of blessings
for the coming world.

white forest,
of the sturdy firm feet
that traversed the murkiness
of our circle,
eating every man
a meal of fried pains
with the bitter sauce of tears
fattening my man great.

child, enter this place;
take a deepest tour
of your dad’s grown tale
as a winner of earth;
an old age so proud
of its battles to reign.

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