How I Lost My Innocence

A child when with fewer answers I had, And more of question on my mind's grey plates, Mysteries multiplied like a wild fad, Tell Me Why and How my more loyal mates. Teenager when, a defiant one still, A counter question I soon learnt to add, ‘Why, tell me' was added on to my pad, And handy nigh with my elders to deal! Adult, the ball when landed in my court, ‘O why me', a die-hard trait came to be— A conception I had to soon abort, But not still this wonder seed: ‘why not me'. I hope this tree takes roots, a solid stem, Hope, branches spread and prosper—each of them. ____________________________________________________ Sonnets | 10.07.2017 |