Friday, November 26, 2010

Raise the Titanic (poem)

I turned eighteen yesterday and,man,am I hang over!
The house looks as if someone had a very lively bar-mitzvah.
if the mess was any worse, some terrorists could claim responsibility!
I'm so glad my parents agreed to sleep out and give us some privacy.
Some of my friends are still lying passed ot on the livingroom floor;
They look like the forgotten dolls of a girl who doesn't need them any more.

The rising sun takes on a new meaning this day:
It symbolises my 'new dawn', you might say.
I feel like a young lion joining a hunt for the first time.
Eighteen,eighteen -a teenager in his prime.
I can now drive, vote, belly up to a bar, be jailed for crime.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, president - I can be anything I want to be.

Call me young and restless but I'm like the sun rising above our home:
A mass of nuclear reactions, mine from hormones.
I'm going to do great things - you can count on it.
I'm going to climb Mt.Everest, be a motivational speaker.
I'm going to revolutionalise and industry - like Lee Iacoca.
I'm going to raise the Titanic!
But first, I'm going to clean up the house before my parents arrive.
To them, it makes no difference whether I'm eight or eighty-five.

(c) Alex N Nderitu

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