Age As An Excuse

Rules are barked
Slaps swing furiously
His patience is drained
by parental fear and ineptitude
So there is no reason or time to talk
He says at 24, I’ll understand his fury
I don’t need 10 years
to know that I’ve been wronged

At 24 I have something to say
The floor is grudgingly given
Esther, the MP finishes my lines
The one with a PhD holds my hand
The other asks that we walk on the beach
I understand and reject their message
that am 24 and have nothing to say

I raise the curtain at 44
When life is supposed to be an encore
I open my mouth and the clock stands still
They came here to hear me
Age will not be an excuse
Everything of me has a story to tell
I make and put out the words
that will outlive time

BT