Life laid a road for us,
In its highest,
The strongest challenges the eye of the gods,
Roaring to the tune of dancing throbs,
Swaying sunshine Rays
From where it oughta be.
A youth clatter in buoyance,
like a newly branded Ferguson tractor,
Raising mounds, conical aesthetic
Yanking colleagues to the floor
In Rambo style.
Able-ness conceived maturity,
Churning out finesses,
Growls, concomitant, bonding
Experience coiled around like a parasitic plant,
As though a treasure trove.
Age soon caught up unprepared,
Whoops, whips yet
Dare to do, still lubricate that youthful canon,
Pushing and wanting to achieve
Now, in a loathed state,
Webbed to a mat, crawly and petrified,
Hands that once boasted of
Killing deadly animals,
Could no longer carry a calabash of water.
Now, in a moanful state,
Perched to a bed, hissing and blurting,
That carried him as far as Upper Voltas,
And as wide as German Togoland.
Now, in a lamentable state,
Stationed in a quarter,
Cursing, groping and caressing
a room, a doleful air
That once provided cover,
sheltered in a harsh environment.
Now, in rueful state
Tugged to a tattered sling cloth,
Unable to chase an army of flies,
Creatures that never hovered around
In heydays. Greeny veg,
Blanketing a token eye peg.
Now, in a bony state,
Whining, and hurting,
Sucking the little liquid lips,
Sorrowing of the days, as they went by,
Knowing it will never be the same.
Now, in a Knocking state,
Drawing and yearning,
Mind glued to death-knell—
Purposefully, prayer parting gifts,
As life lives slowly.
We’ve come to the end of the road,
Live life like the known stranger,