“Cure your insanity, before it is too late,”
My Grandmother said to me one day,
Pointing at a man in the street, bend with age,
At a woman wheezing from excess weight,
“You will be old before your time and heavy with doubt,
If you wait too long to listen.
Look into yourself and find out who you are,
Find a reason for your existence.”
I looked at my mother, “Listen,” she said.
I looked at my father, “Truth,” he said.
In my Grandmother’s face I beheld the spark of youth,
Glittering eyes still full of wonder, skin smooth and dark,
Limbs still firm and sure, that I had so taken for granted,
She turned to me and smiling said:
“Cure your insanity and you may have a chance in this world
To do that which most believe they will achieve in the next,
Do not allow your youth to betray you,
It is but so temporary a thing, so transitory in nature,
That you will awaken one day and find it gone,
Lost like a memory, just out of reach,
Like a town to which you are traveling, but never arrive,
And you will forever be searching for that town called Youth
For the things it allowed you to do,
But which in your insanity you overlooked,
Cure yourself, before it is too late...”

~ Listen…
Free Verse Poem - Excerpt
By Annyash B. Arriffe

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