Baskadia

In youth's vibrant frame, a battery charged

Full of time's promise, energy enlarged

Yet scarce the coin a humble currency

Yet rich in dreams, a boundless sea

An adult strides with pockets full

Energy brimming, ambitions to cull

Yet time, a fleeting currency

Dwindles fast, a measured decree.

The old man sits, a wealth of years

Time and money, joys and tears

Energy wanes, a gentle ebb

But riches amassed, a life to web

Differences stark, yet similarities bind,

A trio of batteries, intertwined

Youth with time adult with gold

Old age with stories, memories bold

Each a canvas, a life displayed

Pictorial views, stories relayed

For youth, the canvas, a sketch untold

Adult's canvas, colors unfold

The old man's canvas, a masterpiece complete

Woven with time, wealth, and memories sweet

In this gallery of life, diverse and grand

Each battery's tale, a brush in hand

Written by Cynthia Maduekwe

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