OLD MAN! by Mide Benedict

       
              To the young, 

              To the old, 

              To my country....

I remember you, old man,
Standing by a boy with three bent heads.
For hours you stood looking at how
The three heads of this boy moved closer to a break,

But nothing came forth from you,
Until a baby came by and straightened them,
Then anger sprung out from you.

Old man, odd man.

Mide Benedict

To the young, To the old, To my country....