teeth

Teeth

As a child of tender age
With strong jaw; full of gum

I chew more bones
     This makes me grow

To clean I don't so much care
   I swallow all my fear

I consume so much sugar
     In gum, cane or honey

All my gums grow weaker
    In my teens, the decay is dear

With a pain that made me fear
    I consume herbs thinking they care

Without thinking I took more tablets
       The pain increase while I pay more dollar

As the night grow older
      The teeth grow weaker

More, at times I can chew kola
   For a long time my fear grow bigger

When a dentist examine my sorrow
To extracts yields horror

In tears I lost two pairs
   Thinking hard I lost my jeers

Some years later I lost more pairs
   Most of the nights I morn my fears

Of old age with no teeth to chew
   For the dentist cure only few

Teeth! I lament with my marrow
         It will not go till tomorrow.

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