The first decade of life.
A kid- that’s what you’re called;
Hurried out of places, like
Mud stain on a white shirt-
Unwanted.
The first decade of life
Passes by with you watching,
Gazing across the adult table,
Wondering,
Dreaming about
when it’d be your turn
To, finally have a seat
At that-
Coveted place.
The first decade of life passes-
While the ladies drown their clothes
In assortments of perfume,
Plastering their faces
With talcum powder-
Eyes a different shade,
Lips a different colour,
And you wonder… Why?
It’s not even Halloween yet.
Then all too soon,
Years roll into decades,
You find yourself sitting at the adult table.
For how long?
You can’t even remember,
And all you really want-
Is that first decade of life… Back.
Day 1: First. This poem is in response to December poetry Challenge. 31 poems in 31 days (I hope I can make it.)
The above image is courtesy of Pinterest
Ayyy! This is so on point. 👌🏾
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Thank you very much. Glad to like it! 😄
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Wonderful poetry.
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Thank you very much Sir 😊
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I can’t wait to see what else December brings to you and then to all of us 😊 You started off wonderfully!
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Thank you very much. I am hoping this challenge would push me to write more. 🙂
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Off to a good start. I’m looking forward to reading your work during this challenge.
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you liked this first poem. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep it up.
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To believe that as adult we may do the same thing that we found strange as a child *smiles*
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Hahaha, ohhhh I am guilty of plastering my face with different colors! 😂😂
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Hahaha. Now you will not tell the younger ones anything about that 😀
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Wonderful poem with an apt picture of a child that is what we start and end up as an old man ready to move away.
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Thank you very much. 😊😊
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🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Life…. Time passes by and we miss those early days but life must come round in full circle. Beautiful post Ameena.
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Yes it must! Thank you very much for reading and commenting. 🙂
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loved it !! 🙂
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Thank you Sana sis. How have you been doing?
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I am doing fine my sis! how are you ?
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Alhamdulillah. Good and busy too. I see you havent posted in a while. Any chance to see you often this December? 😊
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Yes bit low on motivation these days..insha Allah will be back soon.
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Stunning Ameena! Really great perspective on time and age and life.
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Thank You Jade. 😄
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This is so beautiful
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Thank you very much Shone 😊
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So sorry I meant *shona*
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Great poem Ameena. I love challenges though I also know how much work they can be. I wish I had seen this earlier, I could do with some prompting to get back into writing. A great poem and very interesting take on how time catches up with us before we know it. Chevvy😀
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Thank you very much. It’s been a pleasure reading the comments you left. And you know, Its never too late, just in case you want to join in 😁
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Yes, I thought about joining, but I did a month long challenge in April which much as I enjoyed it, took its toll. I’ll gladly follow your progress instead. I might use one or two of your topics as prompts.😀 Best. Chevvy.
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