Growing Up Suddenly

We grew up,
Too suddenly.
We were never given an opportunity,
To just be ourselves,
To play around,
Without care,
And without abandon.

And other obligations,
Were thrust,
Upon our way.

Our shoulders,
Were too tender
To shoulder,
All those expectations.
We just hope,
That we did our best.

Time will judge us justly,
We hope.

© Ayoub Mzee 2013



She counts time,
With her fingers,
Staring at a glaring time.
Time is gone.
She lives in an empty house,
Devoid of sweet memories.
Devoid of happy moments.
She exists in an empty heart,
Hurting more.
Love is gone,
Devotion is dead.
Misting into nothingness,
While age beckons,
With bitter promises.
Deadened desires litter her soul.
A child’s smile haunts,
A child’s cry hurts.
Reality is too real.
Love is treacherous.
As the sun sets down,
It sets down with her dreams.
It goes down with her hopes.
It fades away with her aspirations.
Another day is gone;
A constant reminder,
Of endless emptiness.
She gathers courage.
She musters strength.
She must.
The spinster.

© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Old Age

Old Age

To gracefully grow old,
To peacefully mellow with time,
To blissfully match with the passage of time, is a true blessing.
To have seen it all and generously have given way to the younger generation is the way to go.
And when one gets there,
It it will be a life well lived.
It will be old age.
And it is a gift to behold.

What a grace,
To experience time’s own rendered pace. What a pleasure,
To have witnessed the seasons as They come and go.
The gods must be generous enough, to have given you the will,
Of giving up willingly,
The things and the ways of the youth and instead,
To have embraced true wisdom.
When the time comes to bow out of life’s ring,
Let me meet you there peacefully.
Fear not old age.

Where the grass has grown,
It will grow again.
Where the birds have sung,
They will sing again.
Where flowers have blossomed,
They will blossom again.
So take heart
And fear not the old age….

©Ayoub Mzee 2012