Ac poem: Things have changed

[Augustine Togonu-Bickersteth]

Things have changed by

 Augustine Togonu-Bickersteth,London,England

Things have changed

You are not the same

I am no the same

We are not the same

Then you waved

Now you keep you face

When you find its me

Is it my  hair cut?

Worn as a weird one

Is it my eyes?

Bold and bloody

Is it my mustache

Mustache as a brush

 made of coconut shear

Is it my broad and bulging belly

Or my bell bottom trousers

Isi is   shoddy  shoes

Shoes like crocodile

Things have changed

You are not the same

I am not the same 

We are not the same

Then you waved

Now you keep you face

When you find its  me.