The Man And The Child Poem by Valentine Ezike

The man is in the child;
The child is in the man.
The child becomes the man;
The infant turns into the adult,
As yesterday becomes today.
The man is in the child;
The child is in the man.
The man becomes again a child,
Gray hair turning back to his roots;
As twilight begins and ends the day.

The man in the child;
The child in the man,
As one fades so shines the other.
First a child, then a man;
First the twinkle, then the wrinkle;
First the chuckle, then the grin;
First the dimple, then the pimple;
First the smile, then the sly look;
First the frank stare, then the winks;
As innocence gives way to guile.

The child now is a man,
And the pranks turn into schemes,
The habits set into character;
Testimony to the little mind that once held sway.
The child now is a man,
As obstinate and proud as they come,
Never willing ego to let go,
Loath to admit the child that once was king;
But to the keen observer comes the truth.
"The man today is yesterday's child."

The child in the man;
The journey back to the roots.
Now the strength, later the weakness;
Now the gruff voice, later the whisper;
Now the health, later the frailty;
Now the clarity, later the confusion;
Now the bloom, later the gloom;
Now the actions, later the memories;
And infancy beckons again,
With flashes of the man that once was king.

The child grows into a man;
The man slows back into the child.
And all that was between,
Expressions of the child that became a man;
And the man that lapsed back into a child.