What's the need?
The glittering face
And skin
Will shrink
and wrinkle tomorrow.
You walk fast
and swiftly now
Tomorrow you won't be able
Joints will be weak
Bones will be feeble.
Your voice is sharp
and loud now,
Tomorrow it will be faint
and inaudible.
Your hair is dark and shining
Tomorrow it will be gray
And not for breading.
Your breasts are standing and pointing
Bouncing fresh and succulent,
Tomorrow they will shrink,
wrinkle, dried and fall.
Your buttocks is firm now
Dangling and shaping
Tomorrow it will frail.
O'boy,
Your six packs today
Will be pot-belly tomorrow
Your slangs today
Will be proverbs and riddles tomorrow
Levels will change
Fashion will change
No more bling bling
You are now a man
No more Charlie boy.
Tomorrow you won't be young
Tomorrow you will be old.
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu
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