I'm A Wanderer Poem by Blessing Asake

what a well said:
I can move through the
sun in winter; I can walk
on river through desert,
I'm crown with laughter
of tears,
what an echo day,
I can sense my living out
of life, when I'm out I'm a
wanderer,
when they said the
time is right, who knows?
who said? who keep time?
in my villa man do call men
a warrior in a calm night, out of the
weather forecast devil might be
nothing on a day time,
now I can sleep in peace
and still malice with the
living,
I have my home age in the
time past, lost it in the presence
of elders
I'm a wanderer