Grandchild Poem by Taiye Olani

I am spoilt, and my likeness is long and beyond
I am a grandchild after all They envy my treats across the adoration
And guiding blitz betwixt the glorification


I am the accessional gain of the immediate
I seldom get forbidden because,
I am the advanced vintage I am an august shine like a rainbow in the sky
And a brightened chap like the flower in the yard


I am like a coin tossed downward the sloppy hill
Or a random clock that riddles before a trip
I don't get what seniors used to I get granted of all I wish to
I am a grandchild, the prime.


I'm pampered in all ways
I am resented even from faraway I want a bail out of the envies While I still maintain the glories I care little about the awful withal
I am a grandchild after all.