What's Wrong Withthe Grown-Ups Poem by Zion Odeyemi

What's Wrong Withthe Grown-Ups



Its always a puzzle watching their actions
It's hard to comprehend their ways
Their silence is confusing
Their words hard to comprehend

I wonder why they are seldomly bright
They never seem to experience my level of happiness
To them, the opinion of others
Towers above theirs

They try to ‘act' life rather than ‘live' it
They can't laugh or cry from their heart
Among fellow grown-ups, nor before kids
And they call that ‘civilization'

They struggle to gather even more than they obviously need
And how to keep their lot again become their worries
So I begin to wonder
Why gather in the first place?

When I am happy I laugh
When I am sad I cry
And when I am angry, I show it
Regardless of where I am, or who is watching

I live life freely and enjoy it to it's height
I enjoy the sovereignty of God to the fullest
I play with all, I run from all, I love all
I have no enemy

They teach me to love,
Yet they don't trust one another
They teach me the basics of life
Yet they don't enjoy life

When they come to me, looking into my eyes
They smile and laugh even when nothing is funny
They carry me without me asking,
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I endure and remain quiet

They know I care less about feelings, they know I'm me
They can't really be themselves
To them everything is about competition,
And I wonder what's wrong with the grown-ups

Monday, November 24, 2014
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Zion Odeyemi

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Akure Ondo State Nigria
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