By #mawendo the poet
Love
not sweet as I am told
because I am afraid if we’ll get old together
you know just like abraham
I am afraid of love
to love, as love leads to commitment
commitment, which is jail term for me
but is it because am young?
or is it because I have not found real love?
but I don’t need to be told again about age
I know my time is running out
and you can suite me better
I want to hold you through thicke and thin
when it rises and when it sets
I want you to be my comforter
Let’s age together
for if not now
it will be never for me
let the wrinkles find us in our final laps together
am trying today
Because when grey hair approaches
I will have missed a chance
Age is a number
Old is a state I don’t want to be alone
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