Slowly he trudged, his journey lay ahead
Bleakly he looked, hoping to see the end
Armory at hand, his frail soul to defend
Pains around his body, aching in his head
His fragile soul was famished, looking for a sign
All his strength focused, on finishing the journey
He had nothing left; he’d spent all of his money
But he had this resolve: to see the finish line
Along came a traveler, a fellow journeyman
He too seemed exhausted, tired to the bone
They began to discuss, both talking in a drone
Our friend did not inquire, about the strange man
They traveled on together, sharing their pain and sorrow
But time soon revealed, the person of the stranger
For soon he condescended, to eating from a manger
And then put off his journey, until an unknown morrow
He put our friend in danger, a state of real confusion
For he began to dither, over his fallen friend
But soon he realised, all things were at an end
And so picked up his journey, bringing it to conclusion
Finally as he ended, though he had not a dime,
Yet his soul was comforted, knowing he’d overcome
He had a lot of trouble, all of through which he’d come
To finish up his journey, a race against time
Toyin Taiwo © 2012
