Take Of The Traveler Poem by Akinmuleya Alfred

Tale of The Traveler


I welcomed her cheerfully,
First with my teeth,
Then with my heart
Saying: 'content is the poor man's riches'.
With her the aimless street walks
And the *topic-less* discussions.
All memory of the jilted days were lost
Its stories gone acidulous
The truth was forgotten so fast
(No matter how clean you wash a hog
The thirst for muck can never be quenched) .
So like breeze I watched her skulked out,
She has so many joint to branch.
She came with the wind and left with the water.
Silly me, I counted my chickens before they are hatched
Thinking life is a gun's rod.
Hey!
The traveler has come and gone.
All counsel to stabilize her are
'Water on a duck'.
I spake to myself in isolation;
' Who the gods love dies young'
Go in peace dear traveler.

AKINMULEYA AYOWUNMI ALFRED AYOKUNLE
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