childhood ends with me (a collection of poetry)

In My Days

Dear son, In my days
days walk like the snail
Snail comes when it rains
Rain falls to make us work
Work hard to till the earth
Earth was peaceful and calm
Calm that they were no fears
Fears of kidnappings and wars
Wars that causes sufferings and pains

Oh son, in my time
We shake with both hands
And pray with our two eyes close
We walk down a lonely road alone
And got chastise by the neighbor next door
Our heart were purer than the snow
We partake in the rituals and ceremonies of the new yam
The strength of a man is known by the land he controls

Dear son, in our days
We wake to the sound of cock crow
Necked we were but not ashame
We read time from the walk of the sun
And seasons from the first rain fall

The moonlight is the lover's night
It is the night club of the village guys
Where they sort their wives from the dangling of her waist
And the ladies their men from the strength of his fist
Oh! Night where whistling tells of lover's calling
Woe be him, whose lady's father detest the most
For he must wait till he goes to sleep.