Now the bus finally halts;
My turn to get off
Wish it’d be much longer
A bit sad I must walk out,
Met a few characters ‘long the way
Coming in and getting off
Made me forget where I came from
And where I was headed.
Lost my attitude and ignored my solitude
Met a funny, fluffy, foggy toff
He was lively as a cricket
And proud as a peacock
A flickering smile ‘pon his face
Embraced a woody scent as he sat beside me
He was the best of the few
Life is a journey
A touch and go experience
While swaying with joy, sadness strikes
Smiling faces frown, drown in anguish
Everything comes to a stop at some point
All I do is enjoy the experience of this journey
And hope I haven’t missed the great moments.
Read – Life is an Abstract Noun – A Poem by Michael Okafor, Nigeria
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