RHYME Poem: UNSCRIPTED PATTERNS, by Roselyne Omondi

You guy, my guy! Remember Guy?
The guy who lived on Dumfries Road?
With pleated toes and limestone crown?
Who told tall tales we could not tell?

Life’s not a script, patterns it is
Of twisted truths and fading light
And straightening twirls in curling turns
For y’all to figure out.

Bulging bits of teens Guy said
Put childhood days out of tune
No longer fit same things to do
But still unfit life’s dance to have.

Youth is water in a sieve Guy said
That sips before the tap can close
A time to stretch and pick the bulbs
As in a flash it all could end.

Age is old wine that new skins can’t hold
The creeping marks of bonus time
Leave regret no room, my guy
You never know how old you’ll get to be.