One last experience

One off, one up

To feel the breeze blow on my face
And watch the waves hit the hard rock
While i sit and stare into space
For a minute not be a jock.

Take walks when the bright sun goes down
Through the streets where i once walked free
To all the nooks, i had a key
It’d be good to get back to town.

A boy, i would run with my panties
down from Mother’s room to shanties
Down the road that lead to my school
The river served as my own pool.

To see the wrinkles on the wall
Of the room where i first began
Funny how i became a man
So strong, bold and still very tall.

Victor Oyedele