The Child Is The Father Of The Man

a poem by Joseph Chukwudiegwu Osita, Nigeria

Fatigued like forever, slum per on a wooden chair
His tired gazes bugging every corner of the wall
His tongue wags as complain quakes chambers of everywhere
"Hey son call that fat ass you named Dr Paul"
His eternity stress of old age is heaped on his tender heir

"I will get him for you Papa, please relax"
His timeless demands deluge the cynosure of the soul
Though he seems unconcerned like a toddler wrapped in pampers
His nocturnal restlessness seems unimaginable to console
His eternity stress of old age is heaped on a tender blood

His silentness is of a minute measure
He scratches stories from the Adam’s ages of mother earth
To his younger days of youthful pleasure
The boy nurtures patience and listens as the stories more over birth
The child is truly the farther of this man

In honour of Dowell's challenge title

I have been on a break but my friend Dowell urged me to be part of this challenge

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