It starts as though without a form,
And then it grows to a mustard size
It breathes, it feeds and then it takes the shape
Of a human being in its tiniest form.
Within months of a ten less by one
It frets, kicks and pleads to see the light.
And affirm, its host must
And grant the request with painful joy.
Here’s a man just hatched
Crawl, he did; cry, he did.
Walk, he did and laugh he did.
As carefree a life as the soothing breeze
Giving the cheek a kiss of life,
He lives with so much glee.
But then, the time did come for him to know
That greasy hands call forth oily mouths.
Then, he toils and grows.
Through a great effort, another man emerges
On a journey, in need of a second,
Who, walking beside him, would surely make the journey worth his while.
There! We have a man just matched.
Responsibilities have come and
Priorities must follow
He toils the more and more and more
To see that ends meet and on time too
In making a living for his half and those they have hatched.
He may expect a reward or no.
May live to be adorned with gray white hair
And, climb the ladder of olive branches.
However, the time shall come when,
He, in whose palm lies his all
Will give the call and go, he must.
Shout, cry, and wail, we shall do.
Questions, we shall ask and for answers we shall get nothing.
We shall say,
‘What a man to be dispatched’