Cranial contents: Forever young

Hi guys, I trust your week has been going on fine. So today I'll be sharing a poem/rant. I like to write...at least sometimes. I've got a lot of write ups either completed or just bullet points lying all around me. I'll like to share them and most times they are my cranial contents. From rants and opinions to poetry and stories, I grab a pen to lend my voice.
I did this piece some time ago at an open mic event in my school, it's titled FOREVER YOUNG. It's a short piece. I'm usually not one to write a short piece...some of my pieces are really long. This came to me while I was out to shop. It's either this song came to my mind or it was being played and I was feeling the vibe. This is not to be an insult to Jay-Z though. Enjoy the rest of the week.

FOREVER YOUNG
permit me Jay-Z
#forever young...(insert song's chorus)...
You see I always had a thing for being young
I wanted to be young, forver young
like being childish and never growing up
not necessarily childishly running around headless
but being young while still making an impact
living young, and free
and young and free
and young and free
as if once you're old you're still not free!
You see, being young gave me the illusion that I would not be responsible
you know, for my actions, mistakes, and all that
but now, no...by His grace,
in Tesco one day I realised I don't want to be forever young
like the LORD made me realise that those who are forever young
are those who die when they are young
ah! I want to grow old
I want to have grey hair
I want to be strong! I want to have to sit down because I am old
no...no Jay-Z! I don't want to be forever young!
thank you :)
~Dew

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fragments of truth XIII

Image
Hmm…so I’ld no longer be listed as in a relationship on fb…it is well oh! The thought of the news spreading all over twitter has been in my head. The ‘eyah’s ‘ I would receive has been making me shake…but mehn! I’ld rather stand for God. I had to tell my dad about it…dunno if his parents were informed as his mum still called me some days ago. Thank God dad wasn’t furious as I expected. He just said ‘the Lord will work it out for your good!’ Amen oh! Tope and Toye were (and are) a great support and so was mum. (and is...love this woman!) Everyone seems to be saying it is well …dunno if that’s a new viral word! It sure would be well sha. ...................................................... [ eyah's: aww's or sorry]
Read more

Fragments of truth I

Image
"if you love me you'll wait for me!" Those sweet words pierced through my heart and vented out of my mouth. How could he say such a thing? How could he possibly mean it?...no! ....................................................................................... "...if you love me you'll wait for me!" Those words forced out of my mouth, I didn't know what else to say but sure enough even in this pain I knew that I was doing the right thing. How could he say such a thing when he knew I genuinely loved him?...before marriage? Never...but I didn't want to loose him. "Tolu but how could you say you love me but yet hide one thing from me?" he said. "Felix how can you say you love me yet you keep me away from the altar?" Now that sounded sarcastic but I was serious....dead serious. "So you think this is a joke right, I'm not refusing to marry you, of course I know what the word says, I know what tradition says but just once...
Read more

Guest Post:

Hi people...trust your week has started with great smiles. I'm sorry there would be a hold on the developing story (or rather there has been a hold on the story). This week, I'm putting up an entry that is poetry. Its written by a medical doctor by name Ekundayo Otuyelu. I'ld love you to read it and not copy it...if lifting is needed please contact me so I can contact him. Thank you and have a wonderful week in Jesus name, Amen! Sickle Cell: A Prenatal Diagnosis. On the darkest night, when even the sputtering flame of the meanest candle is denied me, I will still cling to my memory of today. I have tended the dying, prayed with men and women hopelessly clinging to whatever shreds of life are left, and all of it has stirred my soul. But how different it is to celebrate life at its beginning. To hold a wailing infant in my arms, celebrate a first cry which brings joy, to marry the dream of two into one dream, one life, one heart. Such a thing I did today, The woman was lov...
Read more