ABOUT TIME (A Children’s Poem) by Soye Aguda

Wake up now, get ready it’s time for school
Come make your hair now so you can look cool
Mama, My human alarm, always calling the shots
How I long to oversee my own thoughts
I can’t wait to eat what I want
It would be amazing to decide when I can’t
Why should I head to bed when the adults are up?
Why should I be left out when there is a wine pop?

Like the prayer of Jabez, like the prayer of Hannah
I got my answer, and it was calculated against time
Sleeping always equalled poverty and meant I had no dime
Who would remind me to rise, to invest, who would insist
On the things I need to do, as life makes an unending list?

Nobody cares that I’ve had enough
Taking full responsibility is really tough
I wonder, why I was in such a hurry…
But you have a chance to have a better story.

Dear Child, take your time and enjoy childhood
Adulthood is best when you’re ready, then it will be good.

Soye Aguda is a children’s author, poet, and gospel artist. She is the co-author of What I am Grateful For. She blogs at http://soyeskidstales.blogspot.com/2017/10/team-work.html. Soye lives in England with her family.

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