Laying low
For cousin omar and bother isaac
for sister julie and mother thelma
uncle james and father imran.
laying low this body of mine
is just the youth in me
that seeks the wisdom of age
to recount now and tomorrow
how well it walked, no shame
They claim no shame in age
but it was behind they'd looked
though they knew not the path
the one they took to age
but now it's aged
one recounts its days
about good and bad
'I'm proud' they state
Opposites for me
this isn't right
when burnt by fire
then hired for pity, to live pretty
how dare you say she chose the way?
but that's the sight
of hypocrits who age, with shame
The Poet Speaks
of things necessary with young-old eyes ~A~