Teen Ageism Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

From the cradle, this teen ageism a streetwise advantage
A road many have trodden tagged grey haired
Though like death, an inevitability for all and sundry
Nevertheless, as the wave make towards the pebbled shore
So does this luxurious season hasten to the grave its place
Right when the bones are still obedient and willing
A chance to prepare, when they shall revolt some tempting days
These days, tend to be anything goes careless of posterity
Cos we believe, it's always once in a blue moon
Roads, crowded with young whores, touts vagabonds and drunks
People whose aptitude is trusted to make this place a better place
What a frivolous use of rare time a privilege
Many aged yearns to restore aback memory denied me
Like the young antelope, whose watchword a flippancy
Ascribing all to streetwise luxury unknowingly ephemeral
With a woeful propensity, all colourful skirts on bed he wishes to have
Maybe he could probably know the sweetest to lead to the altar ignorantly
Alas, mostly all skirts now painted with deadly stigma
All heralded right when civilization was found
The conversion of the Jews nearby hasting to come
Regret and gnashing would no more be an antidote
Many a times I fondly ask myself as though suffered palilalia
What to everyone would the doomsday herald?
A million mouth confess a teaser making me much more forlorn
Although it was only the five virgins who could wait
These days would they be as the river bank pebbles?
To me, a million dollar question.