Things fall Apart

As I began to grow old
There is no new thing, I need be told
As things surfaces as they are of old
Things are in part and they fall apart.

I have received many scold
Yet amidst this I’m still bold
Though life itself could scold
Things come in part to fall apart.

There are times I can’t differ hot and cold
Because each temperature had me mould
Even the better part of life are cold
Thing may fall apart, but I won’t.

©
Mich’s Pen
A. A. Adebola