An ambitious generation...

Pushing 20

 

Goodbyes are messy,

 Agony guaranteed.

 The teary eyes,

 The prolonged hugs.

 The awkward urge

 To pour out one’s feelings.

 Would rather abide

 In the comfort

 Of familiarity.

 Plus there is no death

 In the cowards’ land.

 There

 Shall I pitch my tents?

But there is adventure

 In unknown territory.

 Here

 Possibly I’ll thrive.

 A fine line

 I will walk:

 My younger brother

 Says I’m a ‘grown-up’.

 My parents

 Refuse to accept this as fact.

 I suppose

 I am right in the middle.

But the world expects

 That I will shine forth:

 Produce

 The newest invention.

 Discover

 A miracle prescription.

 Conquer

 A stubborn economic principle.

 I’m pushing 20,

 The new 30.

 My peers

 Have performed wonders.

 One a business executive

 At the tender age of 21,

 Another

 A renowned billionaire

 At only 28.

“Hurry up!

 Make a name for yourself!

 Save the world!

 If not,

 Conquer the earth!”

 The pressure is great

 -Yet I must proceed.

 Let’s make

 Our thrilling fortunes

 But they might crumble.

 Should I hasten

 The work of Time?

Make hay I will

 Yet the harvest

 May delay.

 I will be an adult.

 I will struggle,

 I will sow,

 I will sweat.

 I will earn

 My maturity.

I’m pushing 20.

 Prove myself

 I must.

 Yes

 This is

 An ambitious generation.

 But a hastened fortune

 May disappear in a day.

By Tebogo H. Ndlovu  ( Zimbabwe ) 

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