C O M P L I C A T E

...and that's how the poor boy will rush back from school, murmuring these 4 lines;

“Mummy, mummy, now this is really perplexing,
Last night, you dished me a sauce-ful-less word
Which goes contrary to my teacher's, today,
Despite my favorite Miss Betty, led the class".

...and his mum will also reply in 4 lines;

“Complicated is this life itself, dear son
For we see things in different perspectives,
Not all advice from mother are not murderer
And some classes Miss led are really misled".

...and so, the boy will ask these 2 lines, with puzzled face;

“But, why would Miss lead to mislead the class
Why are classes hold to fold meek minds?".

...and his mum will also reply in 2 lines;

“Be careful what you'd say, son,
Some, I said. Save this. Some is never all.

...and though he's getting tired now, yet, these 3 lines he'll manage to question;

“But mum, why do some exist for wrongs?
While few strive to right the wrong?
Shouldn't we work together, as human being?"

...and his mum will also reply in 3 lines;

“My son, never be disarranged with this,
It's just something to be a human being
Being human, is some things to write about".

...and so the boy will be dumbfounded to say these, unnumbered;

“This life, so early, so late am getting the mystery, after judging the all with the few. These few good ones, can they even forgive me?

...and his mum will also reply him, unnumbered;

“Forgiveness is divine, son, remember, we are only human".

...and that's how the poor boy's mind will reach a boiling point that'll make him echo this 1 line, to the void, with cracking voice;

“This life is truly crazy, I wish heaven have a visiting hour, that I may go at noon and return with the moon!".

...then, his mum shall show some simple smile.

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© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).