Sokomba Esther A
@esthersokomba371406
1 year ago
#Poetry
The pensioner’s melancholy
Even when I have laboured for now
Do I have to savor at dawn?
We strived and toiled
Sailed through the wild Atlantic
I am a stage in this epic
Sweated and drained out muscles
With the strength that was stern
My breadth may now seize
Yet a nation that seize it
Planning the rain is not perfect
To predict the yield is farfetched
Even if the mind is ageless
It is presumed old
Old but experienced
Old but not stupid
My kneels are weak now
Toilsome all through
My sight, failing
The eagles wasn’t better
But planning the rain is
As bad as predicting the yield
No regrets for the past
For I won’t relent on my future
Time is the difference between now and then
Age is the difference between young and old
Even if I laboured in vain
I have harboured the pain
But never compromised
At least for that I deserve a pay rise
It’s late now because I am old now
Am suddenly uninteresting
Nobody is testing
We all deceive ourselves
It surely goes around
Time differentiate now and then
Mine a harbinger for yours
If I don’t deserve my benefits
Age spell it out aloud
Time is ticking and fast
Who is next?
To be born or to die
No line of demarcation
I still won’t compromise
This is the best phase in life
With fancied victory for life
