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My Father's Son

The life of being a boy
I miss those days of joy
When I had my nice toys
When I also had my boys
The years I lived to enjoy
And life would never annoy
Never hurry to be employed
Not worry of being destroyed
When we'd smile every day
Always having jokes to say
Kicking stones on the way
Loving church on Sundays
Enjoying school on Fridays
Looking forward to holidays
Dancing out on rainy days
Dividing my book of math
Imagining my future path
Taming down inner wrath
Attempting to be psychopath
Admiring the cute girls we see
Laughing out loud feeling free
Eating chapatti under the tree
Finding it so easy to just agree
Competing on the highest pee
Not bothered about a degree
Scared of rules they'd decree
Thinking when I'll be mature
Discovering more of nature
Operating insects I capture
Playing pretend with picture
Wondering about my future.

I miss being a teenage boy
Having great plans to deploy
Trying everyday just to fit in
Wishing I be like the cool kids
Emotions erupting from within
Crushing on the beautiful girls
Tearing chits into the dustbin
Cramming my best song lyrics
Flexing to buy stuff at canteen
Conversing about our great films
Judging prefects who were mean
Having uniforms worn on routines
Fitting the trousers to look slim
Giving nicknames to each other
Praying to never be a teacher
Breaking rules as adventurers
Admiring boys with partners
Trying to be football players
Reading so we not repeaters
Dozing in the morning preps
Copying notes in night preps
Moving in groups to the toilet
Arguing with any other we met
Respecting elders as we greet
Wanting best shoe for my feet
Believing I'll never suffer defeat
Dreaming of one day being great



I used to want to get older
But now I wish I was younger
I used to be my father's son
But I'm a man under the sun
From a boy I'm a youth man
Holding a great future to plan
Praying to get a good woman
Discovering more of my clan
Searching for my best ability
Exploring more of personality
Looking for a job opportunity
Wondering my true identity
Praying I live with integrity
Preserving my life's dignity
Fulfilling my meant priority
Believing I'll be legendary
Aspiring to be exemplary,
Now that I'm all grown up
My mind has sobered up
I treasure what I've found
And utilise time going round
I keep good company around
Hoping I make everyone proud
But I make mistakes on ground,
I sincerely miss being younger
I miss being a son of my father.

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