Maturity
transforms a colourful vista into a stark black and white.
Away
goes innocence, tolerance to bullshit, and then cynicism sets in:
All else
are guilty until proven otherwise. Ahh! The wow days of innocence!
The
ignorance, cockiness, failure, pain of love lost, stab of friends who betray;
Forever replaced
by squeaky circumspect, ruthless pragmatism, dour realism.
Innocence
is as a bumbling river, tumbling down the mountains of youth,
Maturity:
the brackish waters of a delta trudging towards the sea.
Innocence
causes young males to be quick to make war, blind to the guile of the grave,
Maturity
clad men’s hearts, feet, in lead slowing them from making love and peace.
David Maisamari, May 2014
