At a time, being young, crowns blanked,
Dreaming, but not of becoming someone,
Simply eyeing the hands of the caregivers nigh,
Unknowingly moving but moving, growing
Such traveling softly and sound to a destine.
Now youths, aggressively self-seeking,
Tasting the taste of every near to,
Tasteless and bitterness is only well offered.
Hold fast on it? No, preferably fast-moving,
Searching that neighbor tenting next door.
Sad enough the travel is long, wearisome. We sleep,
Amidst I dream, dreaming about the past daydream.
Wake up dim! The night is dark, dark on the sight
Yet twinkles brightened the sky above,
We shall travel to there. A dream flashing.
They used to tell in their tales about the place
That the sky is the best gate to pass through.
Theirs, those called forebear from their deeds,
Have passed through to make an extra life.
Andrea Myinga is a poet, Tanzanian born. He is pursuing his passion for writing poems. His poems have been published by The Writers Space Africa, Literary Yard, Allpoetry, and Hello Poetry. He has his facebook account named Andrea Myinga, where some of his poems are published weekly. Currently, he is undertaking bachelor’s degree in Philosophy and Religious Studies at the Spiritan Missionary Seminary, Arusha Tanzania; an affiliate to the Catholic University of Eastern Africa (CUEA) Nairobi, Kenya.