the youngest son
The youngest son
The youngest son,
is cheek and jowl
closest to the home.
The elder leads the way
in flight from family nest
to patriarchal roost
The youngest dreams in secrecy
burdened and acquainted
with the labour line
futile to make a start
The elder is mature
the younger is a child
whose dreams are pocket money
for the petty scribbles
that urban dwellers do not desire
In his troubled mind
he cannot make his peace
with himself
and who he is
while the world wiles
on for miles and miles
as peoples and civilizations enter into weddings
and march to the summit
only to depart for the fall.
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