True......................... poetry

Am many things but a lover

For my heart feels everything except love

My emotions learns everything but affections

The feelings I feel are bond to the good things of nature

The breeze as she gently blew past the leaves

And the beauty of the sunset as she chooses to fall beyond the horizon…

Am many things but a father

For my sperms are too weak to embrace my sons while they are still egg shaped

For my words mock adult hood and my discipline is still that of a baby,

Baby forgive me for am young

For someday I’ll grow

And maybe then, I can be a father