MEMORY

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Time flies,
When I was a chap,
My heart softens like the newly harvest wool;
I've no delight in hate
My attitude picks little fault
Which my memory never retained.

As I advance in age,
My memory long for adulthood;
Adulthood of ego,
Ego of self-own pride,
Pride for breeding hatred;
Hatred of the unknown.

                            Adulthood welcomes me,
                            After whispering at me for a decade.

Scores of moon later,
My taste for childhood increase
I began salivating for the impossible, to and fro.
Then,
I remembered have gotten to the bridge of no return!

©Taiwo Daniel

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