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.