The Old Traveller Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

As I was drinking
Ale and beer
Came a travelling man
In my doorway
Dripping in rain
And shivering in tears

Rain
That raged outside
Beneath the dark sky
Of an early afternoon
In July

It had been raining
Two days since
And the old traveller
Was travelling
All alone
Through these Scottish hills

He camped in the valley
And upon those hills over there
Until he was certain
What he seeks
Was not there

What can a man seek?
As old as he
But a thirst for answers
As old as time can be

He seeks sorrow
He seeks pain
He understands not why
We all must die

For his heart is young
And
As bright as daffodils
In springtime

But time has made pilfers
Deep beneath his skins

His eyes are gloomy
His teeth's are falling
As he sat beside me
Slowly talking

We shared wine
And a story or two
Until his eyes lighted up
And there was a sparkle
In his voice too

He asked me
"My friend, it has been a long time talking, but would you happen to know why, we all must die? "

I said
"Like spring follows the dead of winter, Day must follow Night, so we all must go, for reasoning is futile"

And as we parted our ways
There was Joy
There was Pain
And if there is god above
We shall meet
Once again