• Odubiyi John

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For reasons unknown,

I have been observing the kids in my home,

The things they do, the way they talk

How they play, and how they walk.

The enthusiasm and energy in them, 

The bravery and confidence,

Unembarrassed and shameless,

Through what they wear and how they go about

Down to earth to whatever pleasant things comes

their way,

They fight, and in the next minute, they have their hands on one another shoulders,

They are sometimes unwilling to share their properties, especially food,

How they sometimes look very innocent, keep a fix gaze at strange things and people. 

They were vulnerable and are like clay in the hands of the potter

With unending smile on my face and my head in a continuous nod

I am fascinated and nostalgic.

Kid will always be kids,

And I said to myself,

I was once a Kid.

I WAS ONCE A KID

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