Coffee by Eli Oko

He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old ‘skool’ word we should never spell with a ‘k’ Because it shows our age   He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close…

The Beauty of Age by Eli Oko

Staring into the mirror, what have I become As the wrinkles get deeper, I count one by one The scars in my eyes As I stand in fear of my past That it catches up to my future and divides me like parts A moment ago I was young and had goals and now I…